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ANGELA 

A Salvation Army Lassie 


BY 

Rosa Meyers Mumma 

Author of “Types of Travelers” and “Fallina” 


New York and Washington 

THE NEALE PUBLISHING CO. 

1907 




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CHAPTER I 


One year after the arrival of Barry Linford 
and his wife in America they found themselves 
almost penniless. It was a desolate climax to 
all their ambitious hopes. 

In Southwestern England, t\Vo years before 
the opening of this story, near the village of 
Fairfield, might have been seen a snug' cottage, 
the home occupied by the Linfords and their 
three little children. Barry was an expert 
linen weaver, having learned his trade at the 
Ross Linen Factory in Belfast, Ireland. He 
had gone to Belfast from Larne, his birthplace, 
at the age of eighteen years. Four years later, 
having a little sum of money laid aside, he mar- 
ried one of the rosy English housemaids 
brought to Ireland by Lady Londonderry, and 
through her ladyship’s influence Barry ob- 
tained the position of master weaver at a fac- 
tory in Fairfield, the early home of his wife, 
Emmeline. 


8 Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 

They established their modest little home, 
but one day there came the tempter — a member 
of the Mormon Church. 

He gave most glowing accounts of the rich 
and beautiful State of Utah in the United 
States of America, from which he came. 
Barry Linford and his wife listened with 
wonder, their eyes dilated with expectancy and 
delight as he told of the wonders of that new 
country. Finally, seeing their increasing inter- 
est, he pictured a future so fraught with com- 
fort and happiness for themselves and for 
their children that it wlas an easy matter to gain 
their consent to join the Mormons, forsake 
their pleasant home in England, and go to 
America. 

It was only by accident that, just before 
landing in New York, they discovered the per- 
fidy of the man who had persuaded them to 
abandon all to become followers of Joseph 
Smith. One of the women converts to Mor- 
monism, a woman who seemed perfectly 
resigned to her fate, spoke tO' Emmeline Lin- 
ford of the nobility of sacrificing all selfish 
feeling, and thus securing everlasting joy and 
bliss for themselves in this new religion, the 
religion of the Mormon Church. 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 9 

‘‘What sacrifice do you mean, Mrs. Whit- 
ing?’’ said Mrs. Linford. 

“Why, of giving our husbands other wives 
besides ourselves,” replied Mrs. Whiting, think- 
ing Mrs. Linford a most witless person to have 
accepted this religion, not understanding. She 
considered her the most stupid one of the con- 
verts she had met. 

“Giving — our — husbands — to — other — 
women!” gasped Mrs. Linford. 

Before Mrs. Whiting could reply, Mrs. Lin- 
ford hurried to her husband, who was pacing 
up and down the limited space allotted the 
second-cabin passengers, with one of his sea- 
sick children in his arms. She repeated to 
him what the other Woman had said. He 
turned away to place the now sleeping child in 
its berth, then he motioned his wife to follow 
him. Slowly he told her of the discoveries he 
had made since they sailed. He told her of 
the dastardly suggestion the Mormon had 
made him; that, in the new religion, he, Lin- 
ford, could possess several other wives besides 
his Emmeline. But Barry was too devoted to 
his wife to be tempted, as he now lovingly in- 
formed her, and his only idea was how to free 
them both from the band they had so willingly 


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joined, and how to get a start in the new coun- 
try after landing. Horrified at all she heard, 
it was not long before Emmeline’s woman wit 
came to their aid, and she suggested a plan of 
escape. 

Upon landing, they went to visit relatives 
before journeying to Utah. Ostensibly it was 
to be a short and hurried visit, but in reality 
Barry Linford made all arrangements to es- 
tablish his family in cheap, clean, permanent 
quarters. At first they were happy, in a way, 
in their new home. In their desire to remain 
unmolested by the Mormon bands, they kept 
almost entirely to- themselves, and so made no 
acquaintances in the new land. This militated 
against Linford’s getting work, and for 
six months he was idle. The money brought 
from England was rapidly diminishing, and 
there would soon be another child to care for. 
Then Barry nerved himself for greater effort, 
and at the risk of being discovered by the spies 
and adherents of the Mormons, he went around 
trying to get work at his old employment, or 
anything that would serve to keep the wolf 
from the door. In the mean while, they moved 
to cheaper lodgings. 


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One day, after searching for work for a 
week without success, Barry Linford was re- 
turning to the poor spot he called ‘‘home/' 
when his attention was arrested by a small 
crowd of people on the farther side of the 
street. Crossing over and joining this group, 
he temporarily forgot his troubles in listening 
to the voice of a young woman, who seemed to 
be exhorting the rest, or preaching, perhaps. 

At first he was astonished that anything so 
dainty and refined looking as this young girl 
could be found on the streets of New York at 
that time of the evening. Gradually his 
wonder was lost in his interest in what she was 
saying. Earnestly she begged the people 
around her to live better lives; to watch and 
pray, for they did not know when their hour 
would come. Those who were discouraged 
and willing to give up the fight she urged to 
take new courage. 

“We are placed here in this life for some 
purpose. Maintain your place courageously — 
endure in it to the end." 

The sweet- faced girl finished her talk, and as 
the pure tones of her voice died away, the 
voices of others, several men and women, 
rose in a familiar hymn, accompanied by the 


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rattling of a tamibourine and the twanging 
of a guitar. 

Barry, no longer interested, but feeling re- 
newed courage, was turning away, when he 
paused and wavered irresolutely as a pair of 
horses drawing a carriage dashed headlong 
toward him. The mettlesome pair, startled 
and irritated by the tambourine and guitar, had 
suddenly bolted, the coachman had lost control 
of the animals, and the occupants of the car- 
riage, a woman and young girl, were in danger 
of instant death. Barry sprang to the heads of 
the terrified animals and clung to them. They 
reared at this sudden check, then, dragging 
him a little distance, finally slackened speed, 
and the coachman was enabled to control and 
stop them. But poor Barry dropped limp and 
apparently lifeless in the street. 


CHAPTER II 


When Bari*y Linford opened his eyes, he 
started in bewilderment. He was lying in the 
midst of rich hangings, on a brass bed, in a 
room furnished more richly than any he had 
ever seen. His lips moved, and the nurse 
heard him murmur : 

‘^Courage^ — courage 

''My good man,’’ said the nurse, "you have 
shown courage. Now you are to rest, the 
doctor says.” 

"To rest,” he repeated. "What does this 
mean ? Where am I ?” 

The nurse tried to put him off, but he would 
not rest until he had been promised that his 
wife would be told of his safety, and that he 
would be home soon. 

Poor Barry little dreamed how seriously he 
was hurt, and what a long and tedious illness 
was to follow. Days of illness followed a de- 
lirium intermingled with moments of con- 
sciousness, when he recognized those about 
him. 


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In these intervals of consciousness he 
learned that he had first been in a hospital, 
then removed to the home of Mrs. Arnold, 
whose life and that of her daughter he had, 
in all probability, saved. #Fully a month went 
by before Linford was able to return to his 
home. In the mean while, Mrs. Arnold, the 
wife of a wealthy lawyer, had made inquiries 
about him, and cared for his family while he 
was ill at her house. 

The day of his return to his humble home, 
Mrs. Arnold accompanied him. The little 
family were in a glad state of expectancy when 
he arrived, and very proud to see their father 
return in state, and restored to health. After 
the excitement of his return had somewhat sub- 
sided, Mrs. Arnold told the Linfords that she 
felt it her duty, and her pleasure as well, to see 
them more comfortably established. She then 
asked how they would like to live away from 
the noise and heat of the crowded city, and 
how they would like to be caretakers of her 
country home on Long Island. They could 
scarcely believe such good fortune to be true, 
and with one accord they began to thank their 
benefactress. But she checked the expression 
of their gratitude by saying. 


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‘‘My dear Mr. Linford, it is I who am the 
grateful one! Did not you save my life and 
that of my daughter Millicent, at the risk of 
your own?’’ 

“But, Madam, any one would have done the 
same,” said Linford. 

“Ah, no, my good man ! There Avere others 
standing around, as I saw.” 

“Well, then,” said Barry, we can only show 
how we appreciate your kindness in the care 
we take of your property. It would just suit 
us, as we were accustomed to the pure air and 
quiet of the country, and I bless the chance 
given me to take my family to such a place.” 

As he spoke, his mind reverted, somehow, 
for the first time since his injury, to the scene 
the evening of the accident, and to the lovely 
young girl whose words had inspired him AViith 
new interest in life. 


CHAPTER III 


A lew weeks before Barry Linford’s return 
home, there was consternation in the sumptu- 
ous home of Casper Feldman, when Amalie, 
his daughter, announced her intention of hav- 
ing some object in life other than following 
the caprices of fashionable society. The Feld- 
mans were wealthy, and desired their daughter 
to be a social leader, leaving no effort spared 
to make her popular. 

The year before Amelia had been duly intro- 
duced to society by her stepmother, and she 
had made a sensation on her presentation, as 
her beauty and style were marked, even among 
the young girls whose good looks and breeding 
were unquestioned. 

It was not long, however, before it was dis- 
covered that Amalie was impervious to certain 
forms of compliment acceptable to other girls 
of her acquaintance. Flattery of this nature 
was met with a cold, incredulous smile by 
Amalie Feldman, and the eligible young men, 
as well as the elderly admirers, began to fall 
away from the shrine of the new social idol. 


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Mrs. Feldman was bitterly chagrined at this, 
as she had greatly counted on the admiration 
her stepdaughter's beauty would create, and 
upon her consequent popularity strengthening 
Mrs. Feldman's own social position, a position 
which was none too secure. 

Casper Feldman had lost the wife of his 
youth four years before, just when he had 
gained the fortune he had been struggling for, 
a fortune gained too late for the enjoyment of 
the wife who had bravely stood at his side 
through adversity and trial. When his wife 
died, Casper Feldman almost lost interest in 
life. For a time he even neglected his daugh- 
ter Amalie, then a girl of fourteen. But the 
wealthy banker and clubman was not without 
consolers. When is such a man ignored by 
sympathetic women acquaintances ? In the 
congregation of ‘^All Angels," the church he 
had attended with Mrs. Feldman during their 
married life, there was a score of women who 
offered suggestions as to the care of motherless 
little Amalie. To all but one of these the 
banker turned a deaf ear. Miss Porter was 
the exception — and she was the exception only 
because she had been intimate with his wife. 


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When Casper Feldman saw how attentive 
and kind Miss Porter was to his little girl, he 
began to think it would not be a bad plan to 
have her with them altogether. It then hap- 
pened that Feldman, the second year after his 
wife’s death, to the surprise of his intimate 
friends, and the secret amusement of those who 
had been watching Anna Porter’s maneuvers, 
proposed marriage to that lady, and was ac- 
cepted. No children had come to bless this 
union, and the stepmother spent much of her 
time in devising plans for Amalie’s future. 
Her annoyance and chagrin can be imagined 
when her lovely young stepdaughter decided 
that fashionable life was flat, stale and unprof- 
itable, and that she wanted "‘a career.” 

The word ‘‘career” suggested all manner of 
unpleasant things to Mrs. Feldman, not the 
least among them being “strong-minded” 
women, bohemiennes, and such objectionable 
ideas. Finally, as a last resort, she appealed 
to her husband to take action, and, after con- 
sultation, they decided upon a year abroad, 
hoping thus to counteract some of Amalie’s 
strange quixotic view's, and possibly do away 
with them entirely. 


CHAPTER IV 


When the Feldmans reached England, Mrs. 
Feldman was not long in presenting her card 
at the American Ambassador’s in London. A 
lifelong acquaintance with that gentleman 
could not well be ignored by him, and it fol- 
lowed that Mrs. Feldman soon achieved her de- 
sire of presenting Amalie at the English court. 
Just at this time it happened to be the fashion 
in England to make much of American girls, 
and Amalie had no lack of admirers. 

To please her stepmother, Amalie went about 
more than was agreeable to her. They had 
been in London about three weeks, when, 
dropping into the home of a friend for tea one 
afternoon, they met Lady Tyrrell and her 
daughter Eleanor, or Nellie, as her friends pre- 
ferred to call her. Although Lady Tyrrell for 
years had not visited her estate in Ireland, yet 
she preserved all the traits of character of 
her care-free, laughter-loving countrymen. 
Merry, light-hearted, care never weighed 
heavily upon her. But Eleanor was as serious 
as her mother was the reverse. 


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Nellie had been with her father at their place 
south of Dublin a few months before, and was 
so impressed with the poverty of some of the 
peasants in the neighborhood that she had, 
upon several occasions, seriously annoyed her 
cheery mother by begging her to go to Ireland, 
and, by living there, try to render some relief 
to those people. 

Amalie Feldman w^as drawn at once toward 
the warm-hearted Irish girl, and Mrs. Feld- 
man, knowing that Amalie would meet only 
the right sort of people in Lady Tyrrell’s home, 
willingly sanctioned her spending much of her 
time with them ; and she was glad to accept an 
invitation from Lady Tyrrell for Amalie to re- 
main with them, making a week’s visit to their 
place in Ireland, v^hile Mrs. Feldman went on 
to Paris, as they had planned. 

After they reached Ireland, Eleanor took 
Amalie about among the people in the poorer 
districts. After one of these visits. Lady 
Tyrrell informed them that there would be a 
number of guests that evening at dinner, and 
she said she hoped they would use disinfectants 
after their prowling around all sorts of places. 
Also, she added, Gerald Ponsonby was to be 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 21 

one of the guests, and she wanted the young 
ladies to look their best. 

Lady Tyrrell's dinner-guests, when her lady- 
ship was at Cromlech Park, were a most com- 
plex lot. They consisted usually of the Inis- 
quins of a neighboring estate; the Murrays — 
Arraghna and Dermott — the sole survivors of 
a once large family ; Gerald Ponsonby, and his 
cousin, Cutliffe Peron. 

The Murrays were poor and were often 
taxed to the utmost to keep up appearances. 
They owned considerable land, but had no 
available funds to keep up the ancestral acres. 
Yet, withal, they were blithe and cheerful. 
Gerald Ponsonby and Cutliffe Peron were the 
nephews and heirs of old Sir Deane O'Hara of 
the next county. Sir Deane was a crusty old 
bachelor, whose temper, never of the best, was 
not improved by frequent attacks of gout. 
Gerald, as the elder of the cousins, would come 
in for Ring Hall, the family estate, as well as 
much other property, and therefore he was con- 
sidered a greater '"catch" than his cousin. 
Colton Inglesby, a young clergyman, whose 
mother had been a school friend of Lady 
Kitty, completed, with the house guests, the 
party. 


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Lady Kitty was in her element when dis- 
pensing hospitality, and when she knew that 
her son Henry had obtained leave to withdraw 
from his classes at Trinity College to join his 
mother at Cromlech Park, her happiness was 
complete. 

Amalie Feldman, whose ancestors were staid 
German people, gazed with interest at the 
merry guests gathered around the dinner table. 
She was so engrossed in the animated conver- 
sation about her that she started slightly when 
accosted by her neighbor on the left, the Rev. 
Colton Inglesby. 

‘Ts this your first visit to Ireland, Miss Feld- 
man?’’ 

^‘Yes, and if I find it all as interesting as this, 
and what I saw yesterday, it shall not be my 
last.” 

^What interested you most? I should like 
to hear,” he said. 

^Well, to begin with, the few days I spent 
in Dublin were a revelation. I never saw 
wealth and poverty go hand-in-hand, seem- 
ingly, as I saw it there. Ragged, barefoot 
people brushing against silk-and-satin-clothed 
gentry! Then, my next impression was the 
cheerfulness of the poor. Their countenances 


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beam with a happiness not exceeded by the 
rich/’ 

Mr. Inglesby nodded. 

^‘Yes, my countrymen are, as a rule, a con- 
tented lot.” 

‘Then we came into the country. The 
green of the grass dazzled my eyes^ — surely it 
can nowhere else be so green ; and the sweetness 
and beauty of the hawthorn hedges! Now 
around me are these genial, kindly faces; the 
pretty, fresh ones of the girls, the strong, 
manly faces of the men !” 

The young girl paused for breath, and the 
clergyman answered, with an amused and 
pleased smile, 

“My dear young lady, I see in you a future 
Irish enthusiast, when you have seen our ruins, 
abbeys, Druid temples and cromlechs. Your 
young eyes will see what escapes most travel- 
ers. You will see something else beside the 
yellow in the ‘primrose by the river’s brim.’ 
You won’t be like the old verger in the Down- 
patrick Cathedral. When some visitors admir- 
ed the main window in the cathedral, he re- 
plied, as something seemed to be expected of 
him, ‘Yes,, there be them as likes the windy. It 
keeps the sun from their eyes.’ ” 


CHAPTER V 


It required the utmost vigilance on the part 
of the officials of Corps I, of the Salvation 
Army, in New York City, to prevent Ensign 
Latham from giving the last penny she pos- 
sessed to the work. Indeed, when it came to 
the choice of a nourishing meal for herself or 
a few sticks of wood for some freezing outcast, 
the meal was not to be thought of. The kind 
army officers, busy with their own duties, had 
little time to inquire into this zeal, but fre- 
quently a looker-on would ponder on the 
strange sight of a beautiful, refined-looking 
young woman daily working with so much self- 
sacrifice to relieve the poor and ailing, and to 
improve their spiritual welfare. 

It would be well for mere worldly people 
to refrain from scoffing when they pause to 
listen to a group of Salvation Army recruits 
gathered at a corner to attract the passerby to 
their work and to their meetings. Instead of 
ridiculing these exhorters and hymn-singers, 
let them take the trouble to go into the noisome, 
vicious atmosphere and purlieus of Cherry, Oli- 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 25 

ver, Oak and Catherine streets, and other mal- 
odorous thoroughfares in New York City, 
where these lads and lassies cheerfully toil day 
in and day out for the betterment and uplifting, 
of the benighted people who live there. Let 
them go there, then doff their hats in respect 
instead of scoffing. Better yet, let them empty 
their pockets of stray coin to them, and they 
will sleep the better for it. 

Some one, alluding to the demure air of 
some of the Salvation Army girls in their blue 
uniform and huge poke bonnets, has said, 
“They are not as meek as they look to be ; 
human nature is still rampant in the heart of 
the Salvation Army lassie — angels not being 
accustomed to come down to earth to dwell 
even at the headquarters of the Salvation 
Army.” 

Be that as it may, the women and girls en- 
gaged in the Salvation Army work are as thor- 
oughly good and brave a class as ever devoted 
their lives to the betterment of humanity. 

When Angela Latham presented herself to 
the captain of Corps I for work at that station, 
the kindly, shrewd eyes of the staff captain 
dwelt a moment on the earnest, lovely face of 
the girl before her, then slowly traveled over 


26 Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 

her lithe young figure, and rested again upon 
her interesting face. 

'^Do you feel sure you are strong enough to 
undertake the work that will be expected of 
you ? You look to me to be unaccustomed to 
work of any kind.’’ 

‘'I only ask that you try me,” said Angela. 

feel that I will be strong for the work; and 
O, I do so want to help and relieve some of the 
want and distress in this great city. I have a 
little income of my own, which I wish to use in 
the work, but which I wish to dispose of as I 
see fit — where it is most needed.” 

Captain Jackson was a woman accustomed 
to all forms of distress, and to all sorts of 
viciousness in human nature, but it had not ren- 
dered her immune tO’ the appeal of a nature 
such as Angela’s seemed to be. 

Angela was soon merged with the rest of the 
workers, as ‘‘Ensign Latham” was one of the 
most invaluable of Captain Jackson’s aides. 
Her continuous work, her never-varying amia- 
bility, unflagging energy and serene patience 
won friends for her, from the staff captain 
down to the veriest tot in the Day Nursery, 
where Angela found her first and most conge- 
nial work. It was her delight to dress and 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 27 

amuse these little dark-eyed children of Italy, 
whose hard-working mothers were only too 
glad to have them cared for and fed at the Sal- 
vation Army Nursery for the sum of five cents 
a day. 

At the nightly meetings held in the hall of 
the tenement building, where Corps I had their 
quarters, Angela, noticed among the foreigners, 
a young woman of more than ordinary intelli- 
gence and beauty. She was an Italian, and was 
frequently accompanied by her husband, a 
dark-browed young fellow. Noticing her fre- 
quent appearance at the hall, and seeing that 
she came every evening to claim one of the pret- 
tiest of the babies in the nursery, Angela ac- 
costed her in her own language, speaking of the 
amiability and intelligence of the little one. 

The face of the young mother brightened at 
hearing her own language, and she beamed a 
radiant smile upon the speaker at the praise of 
her child, giving her listener a voluble ac- 
count of her happy life with her husband, 
Giuseppe Carpati, and their babe, Felicitas. 
She then added an invitation to Angela to come 
to their room where they lived so happily and 
cosily. 


28 Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 

At this point a man broke in excitedly upon 
the conversation, saying: 

"^Come, Lita, do not linger. Thy husband 
has been injured at work to-day and I come to 
bring thee home.’" 

A look lacking' comprehension and full of 
misery was turned from Angela's sympathetic 
face to the countenance of the bearer of the bad 
news. He had an evil face, and it showed now 
no sympathy. Angela uttered some soothing 
words, adding that she would follow a little 
later to render such assistance as might be 
needed. 

''The Signorita need not trouble," the man 
quickly interposed. "I, Tommaso Litti, will do 
all that is necessary !" and he hurried the poor 
woman away. 

It was with an uneasy sense that all was not 
right that Ensign Latham sought Captain 
Jackson, telling her of the happenings of the 
last half hour, and of her desire to go immedi- 
ately to the woman's room to find out the ex- 
tent of the husband's injuries, and to render 
what assistance she found necessary. 

On reaching the rooms she found a number 
of people gathered there, all noisily talking at* 
once to a policeman, who, not understanding 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 29 

them, was about to arrest the whole party, 
thinking that the surest way to get the real 
culprit. It was with decided relief he turned 
to the modest Salvation Army lassie whom he 
saw questioning one of the older men of the 
party in Italian. 

It seemed that instead of finding her hus- 
band injured, and impatiently awaiting her 
coming, the poor young woman, arriving with 
Tommaso Litti, had found only her husband's 
lifeless body, and before his cowardly assassin, 
her one-time lover, had an inkling of what was 
coming, the wife had driven her sharp stiletto 
through Litti's heart. Carpati's death thus 
avenged, the heart-broken creature had thrown 
herself on the dead body of her husband, where 
the policemen and neighbors had found her. 
This much Angela learned from one of the 
Italian men when she arrived on the scene. 

But the laws of Sicily, that so swiftly avenge 
the wrongs of husband or wife, are not those 
of the United States of America. Angela knew 
the uselessness of trying to explain to the ob- 
durate policeman, who, anxious to boast of the 
capture of a real criminal, rushed the unfortu- 
nate woman, as soon as she recovered her 
senses, to the police court, thence to the Tombs, 


30 Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 

where Angela followed shortly with such arti- 
cles as she knew would be needed for the com- 
fort of mother and child. 

With a sad heart she gathered these little 
articles from the now deserted and despoiled 
room, where so short a time before there had 
been so much of happiness and contentment. 


CHAPTER VI 


With her usual generous impetuosity, Lady 
KittyTyrrell had made up a party to visit the 
Lakes of Killarney. She was not only anxious 
that Amalie should see the beautiful spot, but 
she enjoyed the idea of having an outing of 
that kind herself. Beside her own house-party, 
consisting of Amalie, Eleanor and Henry, there 
were Arraghna Murray, Mr. Inglesby, Gerald 
Ponsonby, Sir Michael, and Lady Tyrrell. 

At the village of Killarney they mounted 
small, sturdy ponies to ride over the Black 
Pass, a cleft in the range of mountains 
through which they would reach the head of 
the Lakes, and where they expected to embark 
in rowboats, which they had telegraphed for; 
they intended to row leisurely through the 
Three Lakes, to spend the night at a comfort- 
able hotel on the shores of the Lower Lake. 

Unknown to Lady Kitty, who had always 
refused to be photographed, Amalie, at the re- 
quest of Sir Michael, at whose side she was rid- 
ing, took a snap-shot of her hostess as she was 
ambling along on her sure-footed though awk- 


32 Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 

ward-looking nag. Hastily concealing her 
camera as Lady Kitty cantered gaily toward 
them, Amalie turned to her hostess, who, play- 
fully shaking her finger at her, said, 

•‘^Now, Amalie, I confess I am jealous of 
your monopolizing my rightful escort. Henry 
was just inquiring for you.” 

With which polite fib she took the young 
girl’s place beside her husband, and there was 
nothing for Amalie to do but ride to the group 
ahead. When she reached them it was Mr. 
Inglesby who joined her, as Henry Tyrrell was 
very much engrossed in the conversation of his 
handsome young countrywoman, Arraghna 
Murray. 

^^Gathering fresh impressions this fine morn- 
ing, Miss Feldman?” asked Mr. Inglesby. 

"‘Yes, not only of Irish scenery, but of Irish 
character.” 

“Pardon me. Miss Feldman, but you have so 
few to judge from; only our little party.” 

“They are a type of one class, I imagine, and 
doubtless I shall see others of another type and 
class before leaving your country,” returned 
Amalie. 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 33 

always deprecate hasty judgment of any- 
thing or any one. It is not always true or 
kind/’ 

Amalie shook her head. 

‘‘If you are going to lecture me, I shall join 
the others. No,” seeing the young clergyman 
looked hurt, “I was joking — I agree with you; 
it is not just or right to come to hasty conclu- 
sions or to judge by outside appearance.” 

“We are within a mile of the spot where we 
dismount,” broke in Henry Tyrrell at this junc- 
ture. “Let us see which of these beasties get 
there first.” 

Off they went, helter-skelter, over the rough, 
uneven road, and to the amusement of some, 
the chagrin of others, handsome Arraghna 
Murray was the first at the goal. 

The boatmen were already there, and had 
spread out a bountiful luncheon on the grass. 
Oh, the enjoyment of it all! Could there be 
such a thing as pain, misery, suffering of any 
kind in life, with the sun shining brightly, birds 
skimming over the surface of the lake, whose 
waters dimpled in the sunshine? At an excla- 
mation from Eleanor they all looked toward 
her. She seemed to have laid aside her habitual 


34 Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 

air of dignity, and was as hilarious as the rest 
on this joyous outing. 

^Why,’’ she asked, ^Vhy may we be permit- 
ted to express our opinions more freely here 
than elsewhere?’’ 

^Is this a conundrum, Nellie ?” asked Pon- 
sonby. 

^^As you like,” she replied, with a twinkle in 
her eye Lady Kitty might have claimed as her 
very own. 

^^Because the lake will reveal no secrets,” 
said one. 

^^Because we are alone,” volunteered her 
father. Sir Michael. 

"'You are very nearly right. Dad; but have 
none of you thought that the "Goddess of Lib- 
erty’ is right in our midst? A fair maid from 
the "land of the brave and the free,’ ” she added 
as all eyes were bent upon the now blushing 
Amalie. 

After luncheon they arranged themselves in 
the two boats awaiting them. Lady Kitty went 
with three of the young people in one of the 
boats. Sir Michael with the other three, thus 
making six in each boat, counting two boat- 
men to each boat. They were not crowded, 
""just comfortably placed,” as Lady Kitty de- 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 35 

scribed it, although there was one of her hear- 
ers who did not agree with her. Colton Ingles- 
by would have preferred a little crowding if he 
could have had Amalie Feldman beside him 
instead of Arraghna Murray, whose glance 
lingered long and wistfully on the occupants of 
the other boat. 

In the evening, nothing daunted with the 
fatigue they had undergone in riding, driving, 
walking and boating, they were as full of 
spirits after dinner as if they were beginning 
the day. Sir Michael, seeing this, proposed 
adjourning to the wide hall of the Lake Hotel 
for a dance, which they finished with a regular 
old-fashioned jig. 


CHAPTER VII 


Carmelita Carpati was accused of the 
double crime of assassinating both husband 
and lover, and was held to answer both charges, 
in spite of her claims of innocence of her hus- 
band’s death and her protestation against im- 
prisonment. No one saw the crime committed, 
but in this case circumstances seemed strong 
against her, and she was held on circumstan- 
tial evidence alone. 

In the Italian quarter it was generally known 
that Carpati was very jealous of Litti’s openly 
expressed admiration of Carmelita, his wife. 
In the opinion of their neighbors there had 
been a quarrel between the two men, Carpati 
had been stabbed by his adversary, and Litti 
had met death either by his own hands or at 
those of the broken-hearted wife. Unfortu- 
nately, there were no witnesses to come for- 
ward and corroborate this. 

Angela did everything in her power, between 
her regular duties, to render assistance to the 
imprisoned woman. All the time she could 
spare from her duties she spent with the pnfor- 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 37 

tunate woman, besides offering to take sole 
charge of little Felicitas during her mother’s 
incarceration. Angela w'as rejoiced to find 
such confinement was not to be longer than 
necessary preparation for the case. 

As soon as Carmelita was sufficiently calm 
to do so, she gave Ensign Latham, as she call- 
ed Angela, an account of all that occurred after 
she left the Salvation Army quarters that un- 
fortunate evening. 

According to her story, she was scarcely out 
of sight of the building when Tommaso told 
her that Giuseppe was dead, and that it would 
be better for her to accept his protection and 
love, since Giuseppe was dead under very sus- 
picious circumstances. Upon being pressed by 
Carmelita to explain, he admitted that he had 
done the killing in a fierce quarrel over her, and 
he added that no one was present when it occur- 
red, and if she would make haste to get ready, 
they could return to his native town in Italy, 
and there live in happiness and security. When 
she reached home and saw the dead body of her 
husband, so infuriated did the young wife 
become at the slayer of her husband, her hot 
Sicilian blood surging tO' her head as he per- 
sisted in his insulting proposals, that, without 


38 Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 

a moment’s warning, she drew her stiletto from 
her bosom and stabbed him to death. The 
poor, unhappy creature felt in so doing that she 
was avenging her husband’s death and her own 
honor. 

Angela felt that she was telling the truth, 
and shuddered to think of the fate of this poor 
creature, alone in a strange country, ignorant 
alike of its language and laws, accused of a 
horrible double crime, and with no friends to 
rally to her support ! 

She at once related to the proper authori- 
ties the woman’s story as it had been told her. 

In their usual impassive manner the authori- 
ties received the pathetic story, giving no word 
of assurance or comfort to the eager young girl 
who had brought the tidings. 

The thought of the friendless woman pur- 
sued Angela while she was attending to her 
duties in the Nursery through the day, as well 
as in the evening, when she was out on the 
streets exhorting the evening idlers to accept 
the Christ, and live better lives. 

On one of these evenings, with the recent 
terrible event on her mind, and the fate of the 
poor woman, Angela, while earnestly speaking 
to the crowd around her, was attracted by a 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 39 

man who seemed very much interested in what 
she had to say, and who remained until the end 
of the meeting. Something in his honest coun- 
tenance caused her to give him more than or- 
dinary attention throughout the meeting, and 
at its conclusion, as the man sprang to the res- 
cue of a runaway pair of horses, and averted 
Avhat might have been a very ugly accident, and 
through which he received serious injuries him- 
self, she determined, if possible, to follow up 
his case and learn more of him as he was hur- 
ried away to a hospital. 

Upon calling to inquire about him she learn- 
ed his name and that he had a family. Mrs. 
Arnold, who was the owner of the horses he 
had stopped, was the wife of a wealthy and 
well-known lawyer. The Arnolds, she learned 
later on, were providing for the Linfords. 
The last time she called at the hospital, the 
evening after the accident to Linford, she 
found Mrs. Arnold there. The latter, upon 
seeing the young girl in her quaint garments, 
the uniform of the Salvation Army, started as 
though the sight of her brought some memory 
more or less painful to her. When Angela told 
her she was Ensign Latham of Corps I of the 
Salvation Army, Mrs. Arnold drew the young 


40 Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 

girl away from the cot of the injured man and 
caught her hand, saying, 

^‘My dear girl, where are your parents T' 

^They passed out of this life several years 
ago/’ 

^‘Their name — was it Latham ?” 

‘'Oh, no ; I have laid aside my right name for 
the work I am now engaged in,” said Angela. 

“I hope you will pardon my agitation, but 
you strongly resemble my only sister — lost to 
us years ago. Her name was Latham, Helena 
Latham.” 

It was Angela’s turn to start and look strong- 
ly moved for a moment, then recovering her 
composure, she turned to Mrs. Arnold, smil- 
ingly. 

“It is just a coincidence. How could the 
mother of a humble Salvation Army lassie be 
connected with the aristocratic Mrs. Minturn 
Arnold?” 


CHAPTER VIII 


If it could have been so arranged nothing 
would have suited Eleanor Tyrrell better than 
to remain in her beloved country home in 
Ireland, ministering to the needs of the poor 
cottagers and tenants on her father's estates. 
The companionship and assistance of a conge- 
nial friend, such as Amalie had proved to be, 
would have been a great happiness to her. But 
from experience Eleanor knew that after the 
novelty had worn off her mother could not be 
persuaded to extend her stay. To go contrary 
to Lady Kitty's wishes was to bring on a fit of 
ill temper such as one who casually met her 
ladyship would scarcely reconcile with her 
usual placid good humor. Hence Eleanor met 
her mother's suggestion to return to London 
the following week cheerfully enough, to out- 
ward seeming, yet inwardly with regret, as she 
w'as not only to leave Ireland, but Amalie was 
to leave her when they reached London, in 
order to travel on the Continent before return- 
ing to America. 


42 Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 

The afternoon before they left Cromlech 
Park, the two young girls, with supplies of 
food and a roll of muslin and flannel, proceed- 
ing on their way to one of the poorest cottages 
on the estate, were overtaken by Lady Kitty 
in her carriage. She asked them to drive with 
her; and when they told her they preferred 
walking, and where they were going, she drove 
on, saying, 

^T shall go there also. I promised Brian I 
would stop to see the new baby before going 
away.^' 

As she rolled away in her comfortable car- 
riage, the girls looked at each other in dismay, 
then burst into peals of laughter at their own 
predicament, as they did not relish Lady Kitty's 
being present to comment afterward and proba- 
bly make light of their well-meant efiforts to 
help the O'Meghras. 

When they reached the poor little white- 
washed cabin the O’Meghras called home they 
were astounded toi see Lady Kitty, seated in her 
carriage, listening, as it seemed to them, some- 
what impatiently to the Rev. Colton Inglesby, 
who was talking to her. She drove away be- 
fore the girls reached there, and the clergyman, 
seeing them approach, awaited their coming. 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 43 

'Was mama not inside the cottage, Mr. 
Inglesby ?’’ eagerly inquired Eleanor. 

"Oh, yes, that was the way the trouble came 
about. Margaret has been rather ill since yes- 
terday, and your mother, upon seeing her, 
spoke sharply about Brian's conduct which had 
brought about her illness. This, although as 
true as deplorable, Margaret resented, hence 
your mother's hasty departure." 

"Poor mama!" exclaimed Eleanor. "She 
can never understand or get along with this 
class of people." 

Amalie, not understanding what had hap- 
pened, yet relieved at seeing Lady Tyrrell 
drive away, followed Eleanor into the cottage. 
They found pretty Margaret O'Meghra in 
tears, with her brood of little ones around her. 

"Och, to think of the like o’ me, goin' 
insultin' her Ladyship, as kind and well-manin' 
as iver was born I" she cried. 

"Now, never mind, Margaret ; her Ladyship 
will forget all about it, and you will only make 
yourself ill; then what will become of these 
little ones ?" said Mr. Inglesby. 

He had touched the right chord, and the 
tears were soon dried. In the mean while the 
young ladies had won the hearts of the young- 


44 Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 

sters by bestowal of the buns and sundry dain- 
ties they brought with them. At the same time 
they handed the muslin and flannel to their 
mother. To the little ones, whose daily food 
consisted of potatoes and milk, the young 
women seemed like visitants from heaven, for 
their mother always quoted heaven as the spot 
wherein all good things were to be found. To 
Margaret herself their visit was no less signi- 
ficant. The new baby, a healthy, happy little 
rogue, was but scantily clad in the threadbare 
garments of his sisters and brother. Amalie, 
whose love for little children found no room 
for expression in the childless home of her par- 
ents, reveled in this overflow of healthy, happy 
childhood, and held closely in her arms the 
baby Brian, who crowed delightedly in her 
sweet young face. 

During an interval, in which Eleanor tried 
to soothe the agitated woman, yet maintain 
and uphold her mother’s dignity, Colton Ing- 
lesby gazed at the womanly picture made by 
Amalie surrounded by the group of ruddy lit- 
tle children, and sighed involuntarily. 

It was thought by all of Colton Inglesby’s 
acquaintances that his lines were cast in pleas- 
ant places. His uncle bore the title and lived 


Angela : A Salvation Army Lassie 45 

at the ancestral home, Colton Hall. Brought 
up with the idea that he was to be his uncle’s 
heir, it was a complete surprise and disarrange- 
ment of his affairs when that gentleman, at the 
age of sixty-five years, married a popular com- 
ic-opera singer. There was now a sickly young 
heir to the Maitland estates, but Sir Selby 
Maitland, knowing how this marriage changed 
everything for his nephew, arranged to give 
him the living connected with his estate in Ire- 
land. As Colton was a favorite with the 
Bishop, and his uncle was ready to use his influ- 
ence to advance him, the way looked clear to a 
splendid career in the Church for the young 
man. 

With all this, and with an entire devotion to 
his work, Colton Inglesby could not help con- 
trasting his former prospects with the present 
outlook, and contemplating, not without a lit- 
tle bitterness, the home and position he could 
have offered a wife, had he wished to take one, 
with the uncertain condition of his present life. 

After they had left the cottage, Amalie and 
Eleanor, as they walked on, marveled at Mar- 
garet O’Meghra’s devotion to a man like her 
husband. The clergyman spoke of him as 
‘‘cheery, happy-go-lucky Brian”; kind when 


46 Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 

sober, quarrelsome and abusive when overcome 
with liquor. 

But their youthful, exuberant spirits rose, 
and soon banished the painful scene they left 
behind. They were a trio of happy, light- 
hearted creatures as they trudged along the 
highway to Cromlech Park. 


CHAPTER IX 


One of Angela’s proteges was an old, crip- 
pled cobbler, whose shop was near the Salva- 
tion Army quarters. He could scarcely be 
called anything so dependent as a protege, as 
he sturdily helped himself along in life, work- 
ing steadily at his trade. He looked better 
suited to a farm in some out of the way place 
in the country, than to the squalid, crowded dis- 
trict of a large city. His was a benevolent, 
kindly face. He was so maimed and crippled 
with rheumatism that it was with difficulty he 
could maintain an upright position on his work- 
bench. 

From the time Angela came into the neigh- 
borhood she was drawn to the kindly old man, 
whose cheerfulness suffered no abatement 
under physical, mental, or atmospheric changes. 

According to the story told by the old cobbler, 
whose name was Frederick Pearson, he came 
to New York from a country town in Pennsyl- 
vania, when he was in the prime of life. He 
tried to place upon the market an invention of 
his own for waterproof shoes. Not knowing 


48 Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 

the world or New York as he afterwards did, 
he confided the secret of his invention to the 
first interested person he met, and that person 
straightway had it patented as his own. Hav- 
ing no money, no friends, no means of redress, 
there was nothing Pearson could do but submit 
to this bold theft. 

Chagrined but not disheartened, he sought 
and found work at various shoe factories, until 
disabled by illness. When he recovered suffi- 
ciently to do so, his savings went to fit out a 
little shop in Cherry Street, and there he might 
be found any day, cheerfully working at mend- 
ing shoes. 

With the excitement and extra work thrust 
upon her through the arrest and incarceration 
of Carmelita Carpati, Angela had not seen her 
old friend, the cobbler, for more than a week. 

One day, on her return from the hospital 
where she had been to inquire after the man 
Linford, she stopped in to see how the old 
cobbler was faring, and to have a little chat 
with him before going to the '‘Quarters.” No 
matter how! tired she was, or how much de- 
pressed and discouraged, a short talk with this 
cheerful old man, who was genuinely good, 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 49 

buoyed her to further effort, and helped her on 
the way. 

‘"My dear child,’’ said he on seeing Angela 
enter, “you look worn out. Where have you 
been so long, that I have not seen your bonny 
face?” 

Angela sank wearily into a chair, and soon 
the old man was in possession of all the facts 
in connection with the murder in the tenement 
nearby, and the story of Angela’s own inter- 
est in the friendless Italian woman. 

When she had finished, the old man sighed 
heavily. Living as he did in the midst of daily 
scenes of crime and cruelty, he yet maintained 
the warm heart of his youth, and a deep 
sympathy for all in trouble and adversity. 

“I had heard the most of what you have told 
me — but there is so much of that sort of thing 
in this neighborhood, I paid little heed to it. 
Are you sure there was no witness to the 
crime?” he asked. 

“No one can be found who was present at 
the time the crime was committed.” 

“At such times as these, and cases like this, 
I wish I had succeeded in turning my invention 
into a fortune. O for a part of the vast wealth 
that is spent thoughtlessly, foolishly in this 


50 Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 

world! How short-sighted the would-be phi- 
lanthropists seem to me to be! Where is the 
real good in founding public libraries for 
people who have not got the time to read; 
building monuments to the dead when there 
are suffering, starving poor? O for a little 
of such misspent money to lighten sorrow, to 
feed the hungry, to clothe the poor, and to pro- 
tect the innocent and wronged !'’ 

Angela was accustomed to outbursts of this 
kind when the old man was overcome with the 
callousness and selfishness of the rich, and they 
sat in silence for a little time after he had 
finished. Then he said, 

‘T believe there is an Italian lawyer in New 
York, of some prominence. I do not know if 
he would take hold of anything of this kind 
without prospect of a fee, but at least I can 
present the case to him, and the forlorn condi- 
tion of the young woman may appeal to him.'' 

A bright smile illumined the face of Angela, 
felt that you would find a way out," she 
said. 'T knew that you would bring me com- 
fort somehow." 

Then, as it was drawing toward evening, 
she hastened to see what work Captain Jack- 
son had aw'aiting her. After the concluding 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 51 

duties of the evening were over, and little Feli- 
citas soundly sleeping, Angela took from the 
security of a little tin box she lifted from her 
trunk, a number of papers, and the photograph 
of a young woman, which she scanned closely, 
then thrust aside, and sat apparently buried in 
thought. 

Finally replacing the papers in the box, 
which she re-locked, she placed it securely in 
the trunk. Then she prepared herself for her 
night’s rest in the tiny cot in the small dormi- 
tory she occupied in common with several of 
the women workers in the Salvation Army. 


CHAPTER X 


In addition to chaperoning Amalie, Mrs. 
Feldman had volunteered to take charge of 
Eleanor Tyrrell, whom Lady Kitty, at the last 
moment, had permitted to accompany the Feld- 
mans to America. Gerald Ponsonby and his 
cousin, Cutliffe Peron, were also of the party. 

They had a pleasant voyage, and landed in 
New York in good time. The Feldmans went 
as far west as Niagara with the young men, in 
order to show Eleanor the beauty and grandeur 
of the Falls, then returned to their country 
place at Lenox. 

Eleanor was much entertained as well as 
amazed at the freedom allowed American girls. 
She and Amelia went to New York alone to 
shop or to attend a matinee, and this astonished 
the Irish girl, who had never gone about unac- 
companied by an older person. 

It was now October, and the Feldmans did 
not expect to open their house in New York 
until November. They expected to be fully in- 
stalled by the week of the Horse Show, after 
which Mrs. Feldman was to give a dinner- 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 53 

dance at Sherry's in honor of Amalie's young 
foreign friends ; for the young Englishmen had 
returned from the great southwestern cattle 
ranches, of which they had been making a tour. 

In giving this dinner at Sherry's Mrs. Feld- 
man felt that, having as her guests the heirs 
of Sir Deane O'Hara, she would be the envy 
of other matrons of her social set. Although 
she knew that Lady Kitty Tyrrell had deep at 
heart the desire to unite the Tyrrell and O'Hara 
estates in Ireland by the marriage of her 
daughter Eleanor and Gerald Ponsonby, she 
accepted the old philosophy that ‘^all is fair in 
love and war,'’ and laid her plans to ensnare 
the young Englishman for her own daughter. 
If she failed in this, she knew Cutliffe Peron 
was almost as good a catch, as he would inherit 
Fernclifife Lodge, one of the O'Hara posses- 
sions in England, besides considerable money. 

Busily engaged with these thoughts, and 
with the preparations for her dance, Mrs. Feld- 
man paid little attention to the young people 
in her charge. She left the sight-seeing 
planned for Eleanor to Mr. Feldman and 
Amalie. This they took rather leisurely, as 
Amalie had extracted a promise from Lady 
Tyrrell that Eleanor could remain the winter 


54 Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 

in America, if Amaliei Avould return with her 
to Ireland in the spring. This fitted in ex- 
cellently with Mrs. Feldman’s plans, and ar- 
rangements were made, accordingly, for a gay 
time during the social season in New York. 

The Feldman box at the Horse Show was so 
attractive that it wias filled with young people 
the most of the time, but Eleanor, with the 
love of horses natural to her countrymen, was 
more interested in what was going on in the 
ring than in the conversation of her compan- 
ions. The last evening of the show at Madi- 
son Square Garden found the Feldman party 
augmented by the addition of Gerald Ponsonby 
and Cutliffe Peron. After Amalie was com- 
fortably seated, she turned to Peron, who was 
nearest her. 

^T do wish for Eleanor’s sake Belmont 
Broncker would capture a ribbon this evening. 
She seems to be very disappointed that his 
horses have been outclassed this far.” 

‘Ts he a personal friend? No? Then why 
this interest?” 

‘‘Oh, only fair play. She has been sizing up 
his horses, and thinks he should win. Then, 
too, I think she is rather interested in the stoical 
way he takes defeat. But — ^here he comes !” 


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‘‘He looks a winner, every inch of him! I 
would stake something on both man and beast. 
This is,’’ consulting his program, “the Hack- 
ney class, and he has that Mrs. Peters to run 
against, who already has more ribbons than 
she can count. There they go!” 

To the surprise of every one, the luck of 
Broncker seemed to change from that time, 
and before the evening was over one “blue” 
and two “reds,” besides several thousand dol- 
lars, fell to his share. Just before leaving the 
Garden, young Broncker put in an appearance 
at the Feldman box, saying he wished to renew 
his acquaintance with Amalie and Mrs. Feld- 
man, and to wielcome them home after their 
summer abroad. Thereupon Eleanor was pre- 
sented, and Mrs. Feldman and the young 
Englishm.en pressed forward to extend their 
congratulations on his success. 

To Ponsonby and Peron the Feldman dance 
at Sherry’s was a revelation. In common with 
many of their countrymen, they had many false 
notions of America and Americans. They had 
been taught to think that all Americans are 
self-assertive and speak with a nasal twang. 
This false idea is brought about or conveyed 
to the English mind by the horde of “trippers,” 


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the people who go off for a month or six weeks’ 
^^trip/’ as they call it, to foreign parts. These, 
just as certain classes of Europeans do, make 
themselves conspicuous any place ; while quiet, 
cultured people go unnoticed, as do the well- 
bred people of every nation. 

But this bevy of lovely, refined young girls, 
a veritable ^'rosebud garden of girls,” with 
their beautifully gowned, dignified chaperons, 
was a different showing from that which the 
Elnglishmen expected. 

There were a number of debutantes of that 
season present among the girls. One of the 
most attractive of these was Millicent Arnold, 
a daughter of the wealthy lawyer, Minturn 
Arnold. Millicent’s hair was as red as her 
father’s gold, but her large brown eyes seemed 
to tone down the hue of her tresses, and in her 
white debutante gown she was one of the most 
attractive girls there, as Cutliffe Peron thought 
when he was introduced to her. 

In the cotillon, when Gerald Ponsonby 
danced with Amalie, the chaperons wisely 
nodded their heads, while several of them com- 
mented on the appearance of the well-favored 
pair as they flitted by. 


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As Mrs. Feldman looked at a group of young 
girls, all of them wearing still one of the favors 
of the cotillon, white feather boas, as they came 
to say “good night,’' she thought, as she looked 
upon their flushed, happy faces, that her dance 
had ushered in the season well, and that it had 
been a success in every particular. 

Eleanor, with a shrug of amusement at her 
own foolishness, as she inwardly termed it, 
carefully laid away the little silken fan with 
which she had been “favored” by Belmont 
Broncker. 

And Gerald Ponsonby — alas for the plans of 
mice, men, and matchmaking mamas ! — allowed 
the little gold dagger stick-pin, with which he 
had been “favored,” to lie idly on his dressing 
table, while his thoughts reverted to the beau- 
tiful face of a young girl, partly concealed by 
the poke bonnet, the head-dress or regalia of 
the women of the Salvation Army, a glimpse 
of which he had caught on the street that day. 


CHAPTER XI 


The Italian lawyer, Giron Fieramenti, was 
so much impressed with the story told him by 
Frederick Pearson that he impulsively offered 
his services in behalf of the accused Italian 
woman, without the expectation of a fee. He 
at once set a detective to work on the case 
among those in the settlement in which the 
Carpatis and Littis lived, feeling confident 
some one could be found who had witnessed 
the crime. 

As summer wjaned and the autumn came on, 
Angela’s work grew more heavy and taxed 
her strength to the utmost at times, and the ap- 
proaching trial of Carmelita Carpati weighed 
upon her constantly. How to bring evidence 
to clear the woman whom she felt was innocent 
w'as the thought uppermost in her mind all the 
time, no matter where she was or what she was 
doing. 

The lives, the hopes, and aims of the humble 
people in whose midst she worked were of the 
utmost interest to her. Their daily depriva- 
tion of the ordinary comforts of life; their 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 59 

cheerfulness and patience in sickness and 
trouble, and their pathetic resignation when 
Fate dealt them a harder blow than usual, 
roused her interest and caused Angela fre- 
quently to marvel at their fortitude. When- 
ever she could spare the time from her regular 
duties she visited these humble homes. At one 
time she would try to instill a love of order by 
setting the humble home to rights; placing a 
few flowers where they would shed their fra- 
grance in the midst of squalor and unattractive 
surroundings. Sometimes she would gather 
the little children around her, and tell them 
stories that held them spellbound, while their 
tired mothers took this opportunity to accom- 
plish some forgotten task. The children very 
soon learned that to purchase this pleasure they 
must appear with clean faces and hands, or 
there would be no story for them, no smile 
from pretty Ensign Latham. 

To grapple with the men of this class, to ob- 
tain any influence over them, was a much more 
difficult proposition. At her first coming in to 
their midst they were inclined to hold aloof 
from her gentle ministrations. There was an 
indefinable air of good breeding about Angela, 
an air of refinement, that at first caused these 


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rough and ignorant men to stand in awe of 
her, and the first few months of her work 
caused her to feel she would never be able to 
gain their confidence, never be able to help 
them or to influence them for good. 

About this time the wife of Jan Melzok, a 
Hungarian, fell ill, and to Angela's unremit- 
ting attention and capable nursing she undoubt- 
edly owed her life. The night her fever 
reached its crisis, Jan was in a frenzy of fright. 
There could be no doubt that this humble stone- 
mason loved his wife, and would go any length 
to save her life. Therefore in his slow way, 
on her recovery, he tried to show his gratitude 
to Angela, and the only way possible to him, 
was by attending the Salvation Army meet- 
ings, which he did regularly. 

The class of people to whom the Salvation 
Army appeals the most strongly is the class 
that most religious bodies frighten from their 
doors. That may sound harsh and condemna- 
tory, but it is a fact, nevertheless. In their 
plain, unfashionable attire, these people would 
never think of seeking spiritual counsel in 
handsome churches filled with well-dressed 
people. And, in addition, the street meetings 
attract and hold another class of people that 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 6i 

probably have never heard a prayer uttered 
nor a hymn sung since they left their mother’s 
knees. If it were summed up, the organization 
accomplishes untold good, and should meet 
with encouragement and be upheld by other 
religious bodies. 

In addition to her other work, Angela never 
refused to go with other members of the band 
to assist with the street meetings. This to her 
was the most distasteful of all her work. It 
required the constant thought of the end to be 
attained through it, to give her courage tO' go 
through the ordeal of being stared at by any 
chance passerby. The rest of the officers 
noticed that when Ensign Latham was present, 
and her rich contralto rang out in some well- 
known hymn, or in some simple, sympathetic 
words, there was invariably a larger crowd of 
people gathered than at any other time. There- 
fore she was pressed into service more fre- 
quently than was pleasant to the sensitive girl. 

On one of these occasions, when Angela had 
become so interested in her theme that she for- 
got, for a time, her surroundings, she stood 
after finishing her remarks, a rapt, earnest 
figure, better suited to a handsome drawing- 
room than the setting of this rough crowd, as 


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thought a young man who was watching her. 
It was not Angela’s features, which were regu- 
lar enough, but her lovely expression that at- 
tracted all eyes to her. Her own eyes were 
blue, but so dark, when she grew interested or 
excited, that they looked black as they did now, 
when she had ceased speaking. 

At the conclusion of the meeting Angela was 
surprised to notice a gold piece drop into her 
tambourine, and to notice that the donor stood 
talking, after the rest had gone, with Captain 
Williams, one of the men officials. 

In the romp that followed with little Felici- 
tas, who w'as yet in her care, she soon forgot 
the manly looking stranger’s interest in the 
meeting. The child at times fretted for her 
parents, but at such times Angela told her she 
would soon be with her mother, which soothed 
the three-year-old baby, and she soon forgot 
her yearning in the play that followed. 


CHAPTER XII 


^‘When American girls of the leisure class 
leave school, have become 'finished,’ as we call 
it in England, do they not take up, or continue, 
some favorite study?” asked Eleanor of 
Amalie when alone together, one day. 

Amalie shook her head. 

"Very few of them care to continue the irk- 
some task of study. Of course music, if they 
are musical, and a favorite language they may 
continue, but little else I think. If they are 
fond of society, the time goes in attending teas, 
theaters, concerts, drives and visits; if they are 
out-door girls, tennis, riding, boating. As for 
myself, on leaving school I wanted to be some- 
thing else than a mere looker-on at Life’s game 
— to become thoroughlycompetent in some one 
accomplishment — to be able to do something — 
to help, to do good, and not be an idler. But 
Mrs. Feldman, my stepmother, would not have 
it. She thinks my ideas are positively anarch- 
istic in a girl brought up as I have been, and, 
to keep the peace and not worry the best of 
fathers, I submit.” 


64 Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 

think I understand you, Amalie, and your 
ambition to do something, instead of being a 
social nonentity all your days, said Eleanor/’ 
Mama has somewhat the same ideas as Mrs. 
Feldman; less pronounced perhaps, but of the 
same order. We girls are supposed, in our 
country, to take up some serious pursuit after 
finishing school. Whichever way the bent lies 
— church Work, sketching, music, or writing.” 

‘‘Now, Eleanor,” resumed Amalie, after a 
little thought, “I hope you will not think me 
erratic or peculiar, as Mrs. Feldman does, when 
I tell you of an idea I have had for some time.” 

Eleanor assured her of her interest, and she 
continued, 

“My first plunge into society gave me a 
shock. It seemed so empty, so vapid. With- 
out aim, without any standard, except to outdo 
one’s neighbor in the style and number of en- 
tertainments. Such charity as society people 
indulge in did not appeal to me as effecting any 
real good. In fact, the whole social thing re- 
minded me of a set of wooden soldiers I once 
had — the same immobility of countenance, a 
solid array against innovation or originality. 
I frequently thought I should like to do some- 
thing to shock them out of their placid way of 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 65 

looking at things, but the thought of my 
father, and the wlay it would appear to him, 
held me back. At this time one of my school 
friends was thrown on her own resources by 
her father’s failure in business and his death. 
Although one of the brightest girls in our class 
at school, she was unable to obtain work. It 
set me thinking — why are our boys and young 
men educated to some purpose, their education 
made more practical than their sisters? Few 
girls are educated to earn a livelihood; all 
young men are taught to look out for them- 
selves. We, the girls, are given superficial ac- 
complishments with no aim whatsoever.” 

‘‘Except to settle ourselves in life by a mar- 
riage of some sort,” interrupted Eleanor. 

Evidently the remark was called forth by 
some remembrance of her mother’s tutelage, 
for Eleanor drew her fair brow into a frown, 
as if contemplating some half- forgotten lesson. 
Then she turned to her companion, half 
laughing. 

“What remedy have you for all this, O wise 
reformer ?” 

Amalie sighed. 

“Nothing, unless some one gifted with a 
little more common sense than the others, and 


66 Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 

at the same time possessor of considerable 
money, should endow a school for girls, where 
they shall be educated with some ultimate ob- 
ject in life other than to look pretty and get 
married/’ 

‘Well, it is good mama did not hear you 
express your views ; she would have been hor- 
rified. I think you are right, but with all my 
old-fashioned and ‘serious’ notions, as mama 
calls them, I had not yet thought of this,” said 
Eleanor, smiling. 

Amalie, as if regretting her outburst, paused 
a moment, then said, 

“I beg your pardon for such a long speech, 
but the thoughts are my own, and I do not feel 
that I can change them. Let us talk of some- 
thing else. What did you think of Belmont 
Broncker after having talked with him? I 
saw you together a number of times yesterday 
evening, and you were so much interested in 
the success of his horses at the ‘Show.’ ” 

A faint flush rose upon the face of Eleanor, 
spreading over it and gradually dying away. 

“I think he improves upon acquaintance,” 
she answered. He reminds me of my cousin, 
now an officer in the British Army, stationed 
at present in India. That reminds me, I prom- 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 67 

ised to drive with Mr. Broncker to-day, and it 
must be nearly time now.’’ With this she left 
Amalie to her thoughts. 

As if half sorry that her enthusiasm had car- 
ried her to such an extent that she had con- 
fided her pet theories, even to such a dear friend 
as Eleanor, Amalie sat thinking over their con- 
versation, until roused by a hasty summons 
from her stepmother to accompany her in a 
drive in Central Park. 


CHAPTER XIII 


The time was drawing near for the trial of 
Carmelita Carpati. Lawyer Fieramenti had a 
number of interviews with her, not one of 
which served to throw any new light upon the 
case. She repeated to him, again and again, 
the same story she told Angela. 

By this time the unaccustomed confinement 
had begun to tell upon Carmelita. Her man- 
ner was listless, her mind abstracted. Why 
did these cruel people, she thought, shut her 
in, away from her little one? She had only 
avenged her husband’s death, her own insult, 
in stabbing Litti. It was difficult, indeed, to 
make her understand why she was imprisoned. 
She could not believe she had done wrong. 

Feeling not at all sure of what she told her, 
yet wishing to comfort Carmelita, Angela tried 
to soothe her by assuring her that her case was 
in good hands and everything would come 
right for her if she had patience and put her 
trust in a Higher Power than any on earth. 

‘‘To-morrow I may bring Felicitas to you 
for a time, although I would suggest your wait- 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 69 

ing to see her until after the trial, which will 
be in such a short time ; and, a short trial, they 
say, since there are so few witnesses,'’ she said, 
hoping it would indeed be a short time. 

The poor little mother’s face brightened at 
the mention of her child, but she was amenable 
to persuasion, and was satisfied that Angela 
was right, and it was best for her to wait to 
see the child until the end of the next week. 
Angela told her of the child’s growing intelli- 
gence, and of her now being able to repeat a 
little prayer she had been taught at the 
Nursery. 

Angela then looked over the unfortunate 
woman’s clothing, replenishing from a parcel 
she brought with her such articles as were 
needed. After praying with Carmelita, and 
telling her to have courage, she left the prison, 
promising to be at hand the day of the trial to 
support her in every way. 

Angela left the Tombs with a decided feel- 
ing of helplessness and hopelessness. She felt 
something must be done to help this poor 
woman — but how ? 

In her desperation she was willing to grasp 
any straw that chance might blow in her direc- 
tion. She directed her steps toward the old 


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cobbler’s, feeling sure he would be able to give 
her some encouragement, even if based only on 
certain theories he held concerning the case. 

‘‘Now, my dear young woman,” he began on 
seeing Angela enter, “do not come with your 
fears and doleful prognostications! We feel 
and know that Carmelita is innocent of the 
crime of killing her husband. Surely there 
will be enough good men on that jury to exon- 
erate her, free her of all blame, when they are 
made to understand the peculiar code of honor 
held by all Sicilians.” 

“There it is — ^can they be made to under- 
stand ? If only some one had happened there 
when it occurred !” exclaimed Angela. 

“I tell you again, right must prevail in this 
case,” he said. “Let it slip from your mind at 
present, and give me a little aid with a trouble 
I have just encountered.” 

“Amazed at an announcement of this kind 
from one ordinarily untroubled and invariably 
cheerful under all circumstances, Angela lis- 
tened while he told her of this trouble he had 
“encountered,” as he said. 

“I have not seen you in the past week, but 
during that time Jan Melzok brought a lad to 
me, an Italian, about twelve or thirteen years 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 71 

of age, who seemed to be in great distress. 
Evidently he has been frightened terribly by 
something he has seen. If he ever had any 
English at his command, it was gone com- 
pletely in his fright. Jan knows a little Italian, 
but could not understand a word the boy said ; 
I, who know still less, of course could make 
nothing of it. I have fed him from day to day, 
but never, since the hour he came here, could I 
persuade him to leave my bedroom, where he 
took refuge the night Jan brought him in.'’ 

‘‘Do you remember having seen him among 
the children in the neighborhood?" asked 
Angela. 

“No, that is what complicates the affair. 
But come in and see him. Speaking Spanish 
and Italian, as you do, you may be able to 
learn something from him." 

It was a forlorn little figure huddled up in 
one corner of the room that met their eyes as 
they entered the door. More frightened at 
seeing a stranger with his old friend the cob- 
bler, the boy hid his face in his hands, until he 
heard the gentle voice of Angela, saying in 
Italian, 

“Poor little one ! What is thy name ?" 


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A pleased look spread over the dark, boyish 
countenance, as his hands were withdrawn 
from his face. Seeing this, Frederick Pearson 
left the pair alone. 

'‘What is thy name repeated Angela. 

"Pietro, Signorita,’' said the boy as he trust- 
ingly awaited the next question. 

In a half hour Angela emerged from the 
room with the little fellow by the hand, to the 
relief and astonishment of Pearson. What- 
ever had been revealed to her she had con- 
cluded to keep to herself for the present. She 
cautioned the old man to keep the boy hidden, 
as before, until she set some inquiries on foot 
in order to find his relatives. Then she went 
out of the little shop with a more buoyant step 
and air than she had possessed for weeks past. 


CHAPTER XIV 


Gerald Ponsonby and his cousin did not re- 
turn to England at the time when they had 
planned to do so. America opened up so many 
possibilities, they said. Their visit to the West 
of the United States and the great Southwest- 
ern ranches and mining districts and the im- 
mense opportunity for development there, 
caused them to wish tO' investigate more thor- 
oughly, with the idea of making investments in 
certain concerns. All this, of course, provided 
they could make it quite clear to their uncle, Sir 
Deane O’Hara, that it was to their advantage 
to remain and study the conditions in America. 

After some little correspondence it was 
decided they should arrange to remain in 
America over the winter. After this was de- 
cided, they planned to go with the Feldmans 
and their guest, Eleanor Tyrrell, to Florida and 
New Orleans in February, and from there to 
Cuba, reaching New York the end of March in 
time to look up investments they had made, and 
to arrange for their return home in April. 


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Without acknowledging the fact to each 
other, both men were inwardly pleased when 
this understanding had been arrived at with 
their uncle. 

Cutliffe Peron had followed up the acquaint- 
anceship of Belmont Broncker, whom he met 
at Mrs. Feldman’s cotillon, and he eagerly 
sought points from that astute young broker, 
in speculation and in making various invest- 
ments. Gerald was not so keen as his cousin 
Cutliffe, yet he was alert to every opportunity, 
and, in his own slower w^ay, gained such knowl- 
edge of American business methods as would 
be advantageous to him in the future. 

Millicent Arnold was one of the most popu- 
lar debutantes of that winter in New York. 
From the amount of attention she re- 
ceived, it looked as if the other girls would 
have a clear field, and that Millicent would be 
settled in life by the next season. Her parents 
viewed with no little satisfaction the attention 
of Benjamin Butler, as they had decided views 
as to their daughter marrying one of her own 
countrymen. They loved their own country 
and its people. Young Butler was a bright 
young lawyer, who would have to carve his 
own way in the world. In the train of Milli- 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 75 

cent’s admirers was Cutlifife Peron, who was 
not received very cordially by her parents on 
account of their antipathy to foreigners. Mil- 
licent’s interest Was first aroused in Peron be- 
cause they differed radically on every subject 
they undertook to discuss. 

Peron was amazed at the manner of wooing 
in America. Costly flowers, bon-bons, tickets 
to the theater were recklessly showered on the 
fair young debutante. In his own country such 
an extreme was only reached in the event of a 
betrothal. Nor could he bring himself to pay 
compliments to the girl he admired, as did the 
other young men. It Was this lack of adulation 
on his part that first caused Millicent to heed 
her foreign admirer — this, and his differing 
from her on nearly every subject they under- 
took to discuss. Before long, Peron, in spite 
of the coolness on the part of Millicent’s par- 
ents, had won his way sufficiently to find that 
young Butler was his only serious rival. 

While taking their luncheon the cousins usu- 
ally discussed their work, and planned their di- 
version for the afternoon or evening following. 
On one of these occasions Gerald announced 
his intention of attending the trial at court of 


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a young Italian woman accused of murder. 
Cutlifife interposed — 

‘What depraved taste, old fellow! What 
could make you wish to go to such a place?'' 

“The desire to know how they conduct such 
affairs in this country. Don't be snobbish, 
Cutty. Come along!" said his cousin. 

“Really, even if I wished to do so, I could 
not, as I go with Miss Arnold for a ride at four 
o'clock," returned Cutliffe. 

“Oh, then of course it is not to be thought 
of. I do not mean to be obtrusive, but aren’t 
you running it a little strong in that direction ?" 
asked the other. 

“I enjoy Miss Arnold's society," said Peron. 

“Yes, but by way of a hint, not meaning to 
be impertinent, there is such a thing as mon- 
opolizing a girl's society when there are others 
who would be glad to be with her, paying her 
more serious attention — ^that is, with matri- 
mony in view. Now, don't get sore, old fellow. 
I am the elder, and we are in a strange 
country." 

After a little time Cutliffe said, 

“It is all right — I had not thought of it in 
that way before; I simply preferred being with 
her to going elsewhere. Then, too, I am with 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 77 

her cousin, Belmont Broncker, quite a lot, 
which brought me more frequently about her. 
Never fear, I shall be more careful after this.'’ 


CHAPTER XV 


When the day of the Carpati trial dawned, 
Angela found herself so wretchedly ill with a 
neuralgic headache that she was unable to raise 
her head from the pillow. It was the first at- 
tack of the kind she had ever had, as she was 
singularly free of ailments of any kind. Over- 
work and anxiety for Carmelita in all proba- 
bility brought on the attack. 

Captain Jackson found her not only suffer- 
ing from the headache, but fretting over the 
fact that she was unable to be present to assist 
and cheer the accused woman. But the capable 
head of Corps I assured her there was no need 
of regret on that score. She told her to sleep 
if possible, and that she would go to the unfor- 
tunate woman, and do what she could for her. 

Partly reassured by this offer, Angela sank 
back upon her cot, then, as if a thought had 
come to her, raised herself, and was about to 
call after Captain Jackson, when evidently the 
futility of the idea was borne in upon her, and 
she fell back upon her pillow, where fortunately 


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sleep came to soothe the racking pain that 
surged through the nerves of her face and 
head. 

Although there were many of Carmelita’s 
former neighbors in court, willing and anxious 
to testify to her love and devotion to her hus- 
band, no one could be found who had been pres- 
ent when the latter met his death. 

As there had been no witnesses found, it 
seemed a clear case for the State, and the law- 
yer for the prosecution made the most of the 
situation. He questioned and cross-questioned 
the frightened little prisoner through an inter- 
preter, until she was almost in a state of col- 
lapse, yet through it all she clung to the story 
she told in the beginning, the story of finding 
the lifeless body of her husband, and being told 
of his murder by the assassin himself, who, at 
the same time proposed that the widow, with 
her child, go to Italy with him. 

When the prosecution had finished, Fiera- 
menti sprang to his feet. He had allowed the 
prosecution to open up the case, which was 
rather unprecedented, but about which he had 
his own views, as will be seen. He asked Car- 
melita a few leading questions, which was more 
to reassure her and accustom her to her sur- 


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roundings than to assist the case, then he al- 
lowed the other side to proceed. 

Like the most of his countrymen, Fieramenti 
was small in stature; but what he lacked in 
inches he made up in energy and force. All 
eyes were turned upon him as, with foreign 
manner, he bowed to court and the jury. 

‘‘If I beg an adjournment of the case,’’ he be- 
gan, “until this afternoon, I rely upon the in-^ 
dulgence of the court. It is not that I have 
anything new to bring to bear upon the situa- 
tion; but from the simple fact that a young 
lady, an American and a member of the Salva- 
tion Army, who has befriended the accused 
woman while in prison, is unable, through a 
slight indisposition, to be present this morning. 
As she was the last person to talk with Carme- 
lita at the Salvation Army Headquarters on 
Cherry Street, before the tragedy, I would 
like to have her testimony, slight though it may 
be. Although,” turning to the jury, “where a 
helpless, innocent woman and a jury composed 
of chivalrous and just American men is con- 
cerned, it would scarcely require any one to tes- 
tify for her.” 

At the word “innocent,” the prosecuting 
attorney was at once on his feet to object, but 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 8i 

the suave and wily Italian had been too quick 
for him, and got in his say before he could be 
interrupted or silenced. Then, as there was 
no more evidence forthcoming, the court was 
adjourned until the afternoon of that day at 
two o’clock. 

To the relief of Angela, on waking, about 
one o’clock, the pain in her head had nearly dis- 
appeared. When she had dressed and had 
taken a cup of tea prepared by and brought to 
her by Captain Jackson, she felt, with the ex- 
ception of a slight faintness, nearly as well as 
usual. 

With considerable trepidation and no little 
concern, Angela hastened to the old cobbler’s, 
after having been released from all duty at 
Corps or Barracks for the day. She found, to 
her amazement, that the old man was not at 
home. This was unusual, as Pearson was so 
badly crippled as to make going about a tor- 
ture to him. The woman who kept his rooms 
in order told her he had, with the aid of a lad 
now staying with him, gone out about ten 
o’clock, and she did not know when they would 
return. 


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Angela went immediately to the court-room, 
which she found, as always upon such occa- 
sions, filled with a motley throng of the mor- 
bidly curious. They jostled one another in 
their efforts for a glimpse of the beautiful 
young woman who, as they understood it, had 
left a sick-bed merely to aid a forlorn woman 
accused of a dreadful crime. 

When Angela was called to the witness- 
stand, and she found herself the center of all 
eyes, she wavered only for an instant ; then she 
proceeded to tell the story of the tragedy, as 
she had it from the lips of Carmelita. That, 
together with her evident sincerity, warmed the 
people in the court-room toward her. She 
paused, and some one thinking she was faint, 
offered to bring a glass of water. But she 
shook her head, then turning to the court, said, 

‘‘Your Honor, one thing more, and I have 
finished. I believe what Carmelita told me to 
be true, and now,” a slight pause, “I am here 
to prove it.” 

At this there was a stir and much whisper- 
ing, then silence followed, a silence that was 
intense. 

“Here, Pietro,” she said, as a young boy 
crept silently to her side. “This is the young 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 83 

brother of the accused woman, who, unknown 
to her, and only discovered lately by me, wit- 
nessed the tragedy from beginning to end.’’ 

For a moment the wildest excitement pre- 
vailed, Carmelita fainting and Pietro running 
to his sister’s aid. The eyes of the lawyer, 
Fieramenti, scintillated with the interest and 
satisfaction he felt at this disclosure, but which 
he evidently had been made aware of before 
the court opened. 

Order being restored, Angela told of the 
lad’s fright and flight from his sister’s rooms 
after the latter was imprisoned, and how fear 
had sealed his lips until, by dint of patience and 
kindness, she won the story from him. 

Then the boy was induced, through an inter- 
preter, to repeat the wretched story from be- 
ginning to end — how he had witnessed the en- 
counter between Litti and Carpati, and the 
death of the latter at the hands of Litti. He 
said that in his fright, he hid in a closet in the 
room until his sister came home. She came a 
few minutes later, but not alone. Litti, the 
assassin of his good Giuseppe, was there also. 
When he was about to cry aloud to Carmelita 
that Litti was her husband’s slayer, the words 
were frozen on his lips at hearing Litti make 


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the most horrible threats and suggestions to 
his sister, who tried to silence him, without 
success, until he approached her to embrace 
her, when she, in a flash, stabbed him with her 
stiletto. Then his sister was led away by 
armed men, to prison, he heard them say. 
What was he to do ? But a few days before he 
had come to live with Carmelita from his home 
in far-away Sicily, and he knew no one, and 
not a word of the new country’s language. 
There seemed nothing to do but hide, for fear 
they imprison him also. This he did; he ran 
away and hid in the home of his good friend, 
the cobbler, Pearson, where the Salvation 
Army ‘‘angel,” as he insisted upon calling her, 
found him. 

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When the jury filed into the court-room to 
render the verdict, there was mingled hope and 
fear in the hearts of many of those present. 

When the question was put, “Guilty or not 
guilty?” there was a pause. Then the answer 
came in clear, decided tones there was no mis- 
taking, “Not guilty.” 

Carmelita Carpati was unable to compre- 
hend the happy import of the words, as, for the 
second time during that eventful day, she had 
fainted away. 


CHAPTER XVI 


For some days following the trial and re- 
lease of Carmelita Carpati, Gerald Ponsonby 
was the prey of conflicting emotions. The day 
after the trial he went to the shop of old Fred- 
erick Pearson, and became very much inter- 
ested in the old cobbler’s tale of his own life 
and of his interest in the welfare of his humble 
and sometimes turbulent neighbors. Then 
they drifted to the subject of the Carpati trial. 

‘T feel it was by God’s grace alone I shel- 
tered that runaway boy, whom I was first in- 
clined to turn adrift,” said the cobbler. 

‘‘Yes, his testimony certainly saved his sis- 
ter’s life,” said Gerald. “However, much 
credit should be given the young woman who 
gleaned the facts from him, and brought him 
forward at the proper time to tell his story. 
Pray, who is the girl ? That she is no ordinary 
person one can see at a glance.” 

“She tells me she is an orphan, left with a 
small income which she wanted to do good 
with ; and in the Salvation Army she finds an 


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outlet for her charitable feeling toward her fel- 
low-beings/’ 

Ponsonby listened eagerly. 

^‘What an unusual character ! She seems to 
be unaware of the impression she makes by her 
personal appearance.’’ 

The cobbler nodded. 

^That is true, although I had not thought 
much about it. Once or twice in looking at her 
a fear has come to me that it was not safe for 
such an attractive girl to be on the streets even- 
ings, often alone, as she is, on errands of 
mercy ; and I said so to her. But bless you, sir, 
she laughed at me so, I was ashamed to have 
spoken of the matter. She said her bonnet hid 
her face ; and for the matter of that, her uni- 
form was a protection.” 

‘T think you were quite right. However, I 
am detaining you unnecessarily. I should have 
explained my errand to you earlier. I came to 
you to find out where the Italian woman, Car- 
melita Carpati, is now stopping. I wish to ren- 
der her what assistance I can.” 

^Tt is very good of you, sir,” said the old 
man. ‘'She certainly will stand in need of aid 
until she can obtain work. I have offered her 
shelter here until she is again comfortably 


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placed. If you will go to a building one half 
block from here, which I shall point out to you, 
and in which are the Salvation Army quarters, 
you will be given all information about Car- 
melita. Good day, sir.” 

On reaching the place designated, Gerald 
found his quest fruitless. Carmelita, with 
Ensign Latham, he was told, had gone out an 
hour before. Telling the ensign on duty that 
he would return in the afternoon, he left the 
building. He had not walked more than a 
block when he met Carmelita Carpati and En- 
sign Latham. He lifted his hat, and spoke to 
her. 

'‘Miss Latham, I believe? I have just called 
upon you to find that, with Madame Carpati, 
you had gone out this fine morning.” 

Angela bowed in acknowledgment, and he 
continued, 

'T am Gerald Ponsonby, an Englishman 
spending the winter in New York. I was pres- 
ent at the trial of Madam Carpati, and have 
been very much interested in her case. Will 
you not tell me what her plans for the future 
are?” 

At the mention of her name, the young Ital- 
ian woman looked intently at the speaker, while 


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the beautiful face in the quaint bonnet of the 
Salvation Army looked all the interest the 
wearer felt. Turning to her companion, An- 
gela told her in a few words, in her own lan- 
guage, the gentleman's interest in her, and his 
wish to assist her. Carmelita made a pretty 
little curtsy in Gerald's direction in acknowl- 
edgment of his intended kindness and said a 
few words in a low tone to ^Angela, who in turn 
said to the Englishman, 

^‘Mr. Ponsonby, she wishes to thank you for 
your interest in her welfare, and to say that it 
is her desire to remain here. Since Mr. Pear- 
son has concluded to take Pietro as an appren- 
tice in his shop, she thinks of offering, if the 
old man will take another room, to do the 
housekeeping for him. She begs you to pardon 
her for not answering you directly, but feels 
her English inadequate to do so. 

After expressing good wishes for Carme- 
lita's future, Ponsonby continued his way to 
the quiet club where he usually took his lunch- 
eon. 

‘T am more convinced than ever," he solilo- 
quized as he walked along, ‘‘since this conver- 
sation, that Ensign Latham was not born to the 
position she now assumes. She certainly is far 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 89 

too prett}^ to work in the slums and among the 
miserable specimens of humanity she elects to 
dwell with and assist/*' 


CHAPTER XVII 


Instead of taking the trip by sea to Florida, 
as first decided upon, the Feldmans and their 
party, augmented by Millicent Arnold and Col- 
ton Inglesby, went by rail. It was the desire 
of the foreign members of the party to see as 
much as possible of the country while in the 
United States. 

Colton Inglesby had suddenly developed a 
taste for travel and sightseeing that led him to 
America; first visiting the principal places in 
Canada, he reached New York by way of Niag- 
ara. Upon learning from the Feldmans of 
their projected tour he concluded to join them. 

After visiting the principal places of inter- 
est in Florida the party stopped for a few days 
at Gainesville on their way to Cedar Keys to 
embark for a trip across the gulf to New Or- 
leans. Here in this little Florida town they got 
away from the fashionable idlers who throng 
Palm Beach and St. Augustine, and saw a bit 
of the real life of Florida. There was always 
something of interest, whether in the orange 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 91 

groves or strolling under the live-oak trees with 
their graceful festoons of Spanish moss. 

Saturday morning Colton Inglesby suggest- 
ed to Amalie to ask one or both the other girls 
to go for a row on the little lake near Gaines- 
ville. She found, upon asking Eleanor, that 
she had promised to take a horseback ride, 
about the only mode of locomotion in Gaines- 
ville except walking, or riding in an ox-cart. 
Evidently it would be utterly discouraging for 
a carriage factory to start there, since the 
sandy roads are almost impassable. 

Millicent and Cutliffe Peron, who had been 
idly sunning themselves on the wide porch of 
the Arlington, teasing two barefooted negro 
children, were finally prevailed upon to join 
the boating party. 

‘‘Do you place much value on life. Miss 
Feldman?'’ said Peron as he extended his hand 
to Amalie to assist her into the rickety little 
boat, in which the boatman, an aged negro, was 
already standing, trying to steady the craft for 
its passengers. 

“Deed, Marse," broke in the old boatman, 
“dis boat am safe as Noah's ark." 

“And about as old," said Peron, sotto voce. 


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The old boatman’s interest in his passengers 
greatly increased when he learned he had a 
clergyman aboard, and he hastened to inform 
them that he himself bore the title of ‘^Rever- 
end.” 

He proved very entertaining to the young 
people, who found in him an interesting speci- 
men of the “Befo’ de wah” darky. He told 
them tales of the surrounding neighborhood, 
where he had dwelt since early manhood, hav- 
ing fled from the Carolinas, from the horrors 
and carnage of the Civil War. 

“You-all wouldn’t bel’ebe it, but dis yeah 
lake was once a co’n fiel’.” Pausing long 
enough for the exclamations of astonishment 
he knew from experience would follow, he con- 
tinued, “Yas, one day, yeahs ago, dis was a 
lubly fiel’ ob wavin’ c’on. De nex mohnin’, de 
owneh came to look at his fiel an’ think of the 
c’on puddin,’ roasin’ eahs an’ pone he would 
stultify hisself wid, an’ lo an’ behol’, dar was 
only shinin’ watah whar de co’n fiel’ grew ! Dat 
am sholy true !” * 

They drifted along slowly, deep in thought 
as to what upheaval of nature could have 


*A fact. 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 93 

caused such metamorphosis as this. Suddenly 
Amalie drew her hand from the water, scarcely 
suppressing a scream as she saw the ugly head 
of an alligator project itself above the water. 
Colton Inglesby, who was seated by her, caught 
her by the hand, fearing another start that 
would overturn the boat; as he did so he 
whispered so low that others in the forward 
part of the boat could not hear, 

‘‘Let me hold your hand always! Let me 
claim it for life!’’ 

The next morning being Sunday, the little 
party went in force to the small frame building 
where their boatman-clergyman friend was to 
hold forth in “preachin’s f’um de Gospil,” as 
he informed them when he had invited them to 
be present at the service. 

Mrs. Feldman did not accompany them. Her 
zeal as a chaperon led to no such sacrifice as 
that. To go out in the blazing Florida sun at 
ten o’clock in the morning, and sit in what she 
knew would be a stifling atmosphere — no, not 
she ! Then, too, she was suffering the pangs of 
disappointment. Colton Inglesby lost no time 
in seeing Mrs. Feldman after the boating party, 
and telling her that Amalie had acknowledged 


94 Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 

she loved him. Mrs. Feldman had cherished 
the idea that this trip would be productive of 
a stronger feeling than mere friendship between 
Gerald Ponsonby and Amalie. The interview 
with Amalie, following her talk with Inglesby, 
caused the stepmother to feel there was nothing- 
left to do but refer him to her husband, Ama- 
lie’s father. 

On reaching the little church the young peo- 
ple were about to seat themselves at the back of 
the room, but this the Rev. Gunsby would not 
consent to. It was not every Sunday he could 
boast of such a number of distinguished people 
in his congregation. To the consternation, and 
scarcely concealed amusement of the visitors, 
he called from the pulpit, 

^^Brer Cannon, de ladies an’ gemmen would 
be more perspicuous in de fron’ of de sanctoo- 
ary.” 

If ever there was a misnomer, it was in the 
case of ^^Brer Cannon” ; indeed, it was the same 
in the case of Reverend Gunsby. Two more 
meek and unwarlike individuals probably never 
existed and bore the terrifying names of ^^Can- 
non” and ‘‘Gunsby.” 

After the rustle and whispering had subsided 
among the colored folks, at the entrance of so 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 95 

many ‘‘high-toned'' people, as they dubbed 
them, the Rev. Gunsby arose in his might, as 
the visitors thought, to begin his discourse, or 
to open the service with prayer. But that part 
of the service, they learned, seemed to be of 
secondary or minor importance with the par- 
son, who now carefully lifted from their rest- 
ing-place two long poles, to each of which was 
fastened a small green bag, saying as he did so, 
“The collection will now be advanced." 

He evidently took no chances on the congre- 
gation escaping without leaving their mite, as 
they might if the collection were taken up after 
the sermon. After this preliminary, the Rev. 
Colton Inglesby was brought to a sudden con- 
sciousness of his own position and his fellow- 
ship with the acting pastor of the church by 
being accosted from the pulpit in this manner, 
“Brer Inglesby will lead us in prayeh !" 

The listeners probably never heard anything 
so eloquent as the prayer that followed, well- 
ing forth, as it did, from a heart overflowing 
with happiness. At the conclusion of the 
prayer the old colored preacher rose and ad- 
vanced to the front of the small platform on 
which stood his desk or pulpit. 


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^‘Breddern and sistern/’ he said, in formal 
opening of his sermon, ^‘fur that is what we is 
in de sight ob de Lawd, my tex’ dis tnawnin’ is 
’bout John de Baptis’, what was born to his 
mudder when she was upwards ob seventy 
yeahs ole — ole enough fur to be his grand- 
motheh.” 

At this juncture, Cutliflfe Peron, gazing 
around surreptitiously, caught sight of several 
of the pastor’s flock with mouths wide open at 
this most astounding revelation. 

^‘Ye needn’t look s’prised,” continued the 
pastor, ‘Mis is gospil truth. Now de Baptis’ 
chu’ch got its name f’um John baptizin’ de 
Lawd in de ribber Jawdin — ^^an’ neither ob ’em 
bein’ drownded is counted a meracle, ’cause de 
ribber am swif’ an’ deep. But,” with an assump- 
tion of extreme dignity, “I is wanderin’ f’um 
my tex’. Dey mus’ have had better stummicks 
in dose days dan we have, fur John de Bap- 
tis’ ’zisted on locusses an’ wild honey fur a long 
time in de Wilderness. Think ob it, my bred- 
dern, locusses an’ wild honey. De honey part 
ob it ain’t so bad — but locusses — locusses T he 
repeated slowly, and paused long enough to 
allow the full significance of the suggestion to 
penetrate the minds of the listeners. 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 97 

hab seen cats an’ dawgs eatin’ grasshop- 
pers, but nebber hab I seen man or beast swal- 
low a locus’. ’Bout dis time, our time, some 
Baptis’ folks was in a co’n fiel’, a huskin’ co’n. 
Dey had been talkin’ so much ob John de Bap- 
tis’ an’ de cornin’ ob de Lawd dat dey was 
mighty excited, an’ when dey see a big thing 
loomin’ in de skies, dey nachully thought one 
ob dese w'as cornin’ to tuk dem to de skies. 
Dey was so scairt when de objec’ got nearer, 
dey all turned to run.” Just with this a heavy 
book was dropped in the back of the room, 
and startled the reverend speaker so much that 
he lost the thread of his discourse for a few 
painful seconds. Finally he proceeded : 

‘‘Yas, breddern, dem cowards, dat thought 
dey was such powahful good Christyuns, run 
as fast as dey laigs could take ’em, an’ lef a 
pore, ole, lame man alone, too scairt to try to 
move. Fust, he goin’ to pray, but as it drawed 
neareh, he could only think ob his early trainin’ 
an’ mannehs, so shuttin’ his eyes, he ses, 
‘Please, Marse John, how’s yo mah?’ An’ 
afteh all it was on’y a b’loon descen’on.’ Now 
all dese things go to prove dat we isn’t as pre- 
pared as we think we is fur a visitation ob de 
bressed Dawd, nor John de Baptis’ neither. No 


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b’loons, nO' automoblys or other scarifyin' 
things should alter our ’termination to be ready 
fur de Lawd. Amen.” 

As the party were to leave the next day they 
took advantage of the moonlight to stroll 
through a large orange grove near the hotel. 
Coming back they were laden with the golden 
fruit, which is only known in its perfection 
when eaten at once, directly when it is taken 
from the trees. Cutlifife Peron, always to the 
front when there were pranks to be played, 
took a spray of orange blossoms from the 
bunch he bore away from the orchard, and 
fastening it upon Amalie, sang, 

‘‘Hail, hail to the bride!” At which there 
was a chorus of congratulations poured upon 
the blushing girl. 

"^Slie is not yet a bride,” said Gerald Pon- 
sonby. 

‘‘Not according to English and American 
ideas,” replied Peron. I agree with the Ger- 
man people, though, in their idea that a girl 
who is engaged to be married is a bride. That 
is, during the betrothal period she is a ‘bride,’ 
and as soon as she is married, a wife. Our 
idea is a stupid one; there is no telling when 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 99 

the 'bride' stage leaves off and the title of 
'wife' is assumed." 

"That had not occurred to me before," said 
Colton Inglesby, looking at his orange-decked 
'bride,' "but there is logic in the German view." 

The night was too seductive and beautiful 
to the young people to go in-doors, although it 
was very late by this time. As Millicent and 
Peron found themselves alone at one end of the 
porch listening to a distant nightingale, Peron 
gently laid a spray of the beautiful white blos- 
soms, which he still held in his hand, on Milli- 
cent Arnold's golden head, saying timidly, 

"What a dainty bride you would make, Mil- 
licent. Will you not consent to become one?" 

At this she laughed, and somewhat discon- 
certed the lover, who stared at her in bewilder- 
ment. 

"I beg your pardon, Mr. Peron," she said, 
"but are you proposing for some one else? 
You did not say for whom I would make a 
'dainty bride.' " 

She was not left long in doubt. When the 
rest appeared and were informed of this latest 
denouement, Eleanor and Gerald declared it 
was well they were leaving the next day, as the 
balmy air, the roses and orange blossoms of 


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Florida might have the same effect on them 
that they had already produced on some of the 
party. 


CHAPTER XVIII 


There was not much time for love-making, 
nor for anything except a strong desire to land 
as soon as possible, after the party left Florida 
on the steamer for New Orleans. The balmy, 
beautiful weather they encountered in Florida 
followed them one day at sea, then disappeared 
in one of those violent squalls so frequently met 
with at that season of the year in the Gulf of 
Mexico. Those who had not succumbed to 
sea-sickness marveled at the wild grandeur of 
the tempestuous storm which beat around them 
and whipped the sea into frothy billows. As 
they were necessarily shut below decks, they 
could only obtain a slight view in the intervals 
of the rise and fall of the steamer. Beautiful 
and awe-inspiring as the sight was, they were 
all delighted when, six hours late, they sighted 
the quaint and interesting city of New Orleans, 
where Mr. and Mrs. Arnold were to join them. 

Everything interested them — the French 
market, the beautiful and extensive parks with 
their gigantic and traditional oak trees; the 
French cemeteries, St. Louis and St. Roch, 


102 Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 

with their above-ground mode of sepulture, 
and the more modern and beautifully kept 
Maiterie Cemetery. The latter place, with its 
abundance of perennial bloom in flower and 
plant, seemed of all places the one to choose as 
a resting-place until the resurrection morn. 

'This is the most beautiful burial-ground I 
ever saw exclaimed Cutliffe Peron. 

"Pardon me, sir,” said a man working at one 
of the tombs near where the Northern party 
was standing, "we do not call this a burial- 
ground — ^but the dzvelling-place of those gone 
before. We strive to keep the same order as 
if the occupants of yonder tombs were awake 
to give directions themselves about the flowers 
that bloom constantly around them.” * 

From New Orleans, not waiting for the 
Mardi-Gras, they went directly to San Diego, 
California, and cut out the trip to Cuba, which 
they had first included in their itinerary. Since 
the Arnolds had joined the party the plans had 
been changed considerably to suit their con- 
venience. 

*Thus was a party of travelers corrected last year 
when in the Maiterie Cemetery, by one of the work- 
men. 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 103 

The trip to California proved so novel and 
interesting that those who were first inclined to 
rebel against the change of plan found no cause 
for regret. Crossing the Mississippi, seated 
in the train in which they left New Orleans, 
and which had been run onto a boat and se- 
cured there, was indeed a novel experience to 
most of the party. The cousins, Ponsonby and 
Peron, had once journeyed that way from a 
point in Denmark, where their train had been 
run on a boat crossing from there to the shores 
of Sweden. 

The Sunset Express of the Southern Pacific, 
the train on which they traveled, made splen- 
did time until they reached the arid, alkali 
stretch of the desert of the Salton Sea in Ari- 
zona. Here the sea had been making inroads 
for some time, the track was insecure, and they 
were compelled to slow down. The}^ were so 
near the water they could plainly see the shafts 
and scaffolding of the abandoned salt mines; 
while across the tracks, like white tongues lick- 
ing the red-brown earth, were traces and dregs 
of the salt water that had swept from its 
bounds. From this desolation to the verdure 
and flowers of southern California was indeed 
a delightful transition. 


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Mrs. Arnold was impatient to reach San 
Diego, as she had recently traced her lost sister 
to that point. The family had been in ignor- 
ance of this sister’s whereabouts ever since she 
left her home to marry a foreigner; in fact, till 
the present time they did not know if she were 
alive or dead, and her parents died without any 
knowledge of this favorite daughter. 

Years before this story opens, Manuel 
Cordova, from Mexico, had been sent by his 
father to New York to learn the English lan- 
guage, and had gained, in addition, the love of 
the beautiful younger sister of Mrs. Arnold. 
Senor Cordova was unable to obtain the con- 
sent of the parents of the young girl to the mar- 
riage which would take their darling so far 
away from them, so there was another to add 
to the long list of runaway marriages, and the 
couple sailed immediately for Vera Cruz, the 
nearest point to the Cordova home in Mexico. 
In spite of many attempts on the part of the 
family to learn something of this daughter’s 
life, no news came from them until, about a 
month ago, Mrs. Arnold had received a letter 
purporting to be from the daughter of her sis- 
ter, who signed herself “Inez Cordova Ortega.” 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 105 

At San Diego, Mr. and Mrs. Arnold, with 
Millicent, left the rest of the party, to go into 
the country northeast of that place to visit the 
home of the Ortegas. Their way led through 
avenues of eucalyptus trees, the latter so tall 
they could scarcely see the tops, and miles of 
orange groves, golden with fruit. Mr. Arnold 
said he had seen the groves of southern Europe 
and the Orient, but not any, not even the famed 
orange groves of Jaffa, could be compared with 
these of California. 

When they reached the Ortegas, and were 
within the walled enclosure which surrounded 
the hacienda, they found themselves in a wil- 
derness of lovelines's. The house, or main 
building, as there were several, was of plain 
yellow adobe, as were so many of the homes of 
the early Spanish settlers, but it made a good 
contrast and was almost hidden by the palms, 
some of them eighteen feet high ; pepper-trees, 
and poinsettia bushes which surrounded the 
house. The latter were nearly as tall as the 
palms, and their blossoms looked like scarlet 
stars against the brown adobe walls. 

They were warmly welcomed by the Ortegas, 
and they found that the family consisted of 
Inez, her husband, and their two little children. 


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Jose, three years of age, and his baby sister, 
Elena, two years younger. After a talk last- 
ing the greater part of the afternoon, Inez 
showed Mrs. Arnold certain papers and letters 
of her mother’s, and, even yet more convinc- 
ing, a life-sized painting of Helena Cordova, 
painted during the first few months of her mar- 
ried life. Inez also told her aunt there was a 
small miniature which had disappeared shortly 
after her mother’s death, which, although 
search had been made for it, could never be 
found. They then sought the open court, 
where tea and cooling drinks were served. 

Mrs. Arnold was overjoyed at the result of 
the meeting, and of finding in her niece this 
beautiful, although extremely sad-looking 
woman. She looked intently at her as she 
sipped her lemonade, trying to trace a resem- 
blance to her sister, but failed to do so, seeing 
more of a likeness to the late Sehor Cordova, 
the father of Madame Ortega. There was yet 
something puzzling to her, as her glance rested 
upon Inez. She certainly had never seen the 
young woman before this occasion, yet there 
was something familiar in her face and manner 
to Mrs. Arnold. 


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The Arnolds were persuaded to remain at 
‘‘Buena Terra/’ the home of the Ortegas, a 
fortnight, while the rest of the party went on 
to Los Angeles. At the expiration of the two 
weeks, Mrs. Arnold prevailed upon Sehor 
Ortega to consent to Inez going with them 
East to visit them, and the scenes of her 
mother’s childhood. 

Three weeks from that time Inez joined the 
party at San Francisco, for her journey to the 
East. The rest of the party had abundant 
opportunity, on the trip overland, to become 
acquainted with the new member, the charm^ 
ing Californian. 

They all enjoyed being with Inez, but it was 
Gerald Ponsonby who spent the most of his 
time with her. Gerald was that rara avis 
among Englishmen, a man who did not care 
for tobacco in any form. This distaste, or lack 
of appreciation of the weed, as tobacco lovers 
would call it, gave him quite a little extra time 
on his hands. When the other men were in 
the “smoker,” he sought the observation car in 
company with Inez Ortega. No one, not even 
her aunt, understood or could penetrate the 
settled melancholy which seemed to envelop 


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Inez Ortega; a melancholy which seemed to 
increase, rather than dispel, her charm. 

Gerald Ponsonby exerted every effort to 
make the journey pleasant for her, and felt 
amply repaid for his efforts when he occasion- 
ally succeeded in banishing the shadow from 
her face. “Where have I seen that face be- 
fore?” was the question he asked himself con- 
tinually. He knew from her own lips that 
Madame Ortega had never been away from her 
native State of California, except once or twice 
when a child she had visited her grandparents 
in Mexico. He felt himself the victim of some 
fanciful illusion at times; but finally he gave 
up trying to find a solution to anything so baf- 
fling, and concluded to enjoy the society of 
Madame Ortega the rest of the journey, and 
not trouble himself further about her elusive 
likeness to some one he had met. 

One day as they were nearing Denver, Cut- 
liffe Peron found Gerald in the observation car 
alone. Inez Ortega had just left there; Peron 
had passed her on her way to her own section 
in the drawing-room car. 

Seating himself near Gerald, he laid a de- 
taining hand upon his cousin’s knee. 


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‘"Gerald, do not think me beastly imperti- 
nent — ^but I want to tell you what I have just 
heard. It seems some cackling hen among the 
tourists on this train has commented on your 
being with Madame Ortega so constantly dur- 
ing the trip. This has reached Mrs. Arnold 
and she is much distressed, as she knows how 
innocent of the world's ways her niece is, and 
that yours is only the kindly attention of a 
courteous gentleman to a beautiful woman." 

“What blithering idiot uttered such rank 
nonsense? I know it is not worth minding," 
as Peron tried to soothe him, “but to think I 
was so short-sighted in the enjoyment of her 
society as to bring such contemptible comment 
upon this most womanly of women! Peron, 
old boy, will you help me stop their tongues 
wagging? Let Millicent into the secret, and 
the rest of the trip you dance attendance on 
Madame Ortega, and I will keep aloof — as 
much as will be compatible with our being in 
the same party." 

The party made but one stop en route to 
New York, and that was at Salt Lake City, 
the “Whited Sepulchre" of the United States. 
“Beautiful to the eye, but all desolate within," 
was the comment of one and all on the polyga- 
mous city. 


CHAPTER XIX 


Mrs. Arnold and Millicent took great pleas- 
ure in showing Inez about. Her wonder and 
enjoyment of everything she saw in New York 
pleased while it astonished them; for they did 
not stop to think her life had been spent almost 
entirely at the lonely California ranch, with 
only an occasional trip to San Diego. 

She seemed to take more enjoyment in hear- 
ing good music than anything else. Especi- 
ally did she enjoy attending a good concert, 
although she frequently returned from them as 
melancholy as when they first met her in Cali- 
fornia. Nevertheless, they determined to try 
to dispel this sadness by gratifying her love 
for music, and by trying to divert her mind 
without letting her know their object in doing 
so. Millicent said to Cutliffe Peron, now her 
fianc^ that her musical education was being 
finished more thoroughly than she ever ex- 
pected, since she went to everything musical 
to gratify Cousin Inez, who never seemed to 
hear enough. 


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On reaching New York, Colton Inglesby did 
not have much time to remain in that bustling 
city. He found a cable calling him back to 
England; his uncle was ill, and wanted him 
near him. At first he was inclined not to heed 
the summons, as he had not been a welcome 
guest at Colton Hall since his uncle's marriage. 
It had been one of his cherished desires to 
study church work in New York City, taking 
the work done there as the basis of work ac- 
complished all over the United States, and as 
typical of that work. But after consulting 
Amalie, and thinking perhaps he might be of 
service to that weak creature. Lady Maitland, 
his aunt by marriage, he concluded to sail for 
England at once. His marriage with Amalie 
was to take place in the autumn, and as the 
Feldmans were going over in April, the time 
would not seem long until the lovers could be 
together again. 

Cutlifife Peron concluded to sail with him, a 
month earlier than he first intended, as he was 
anxious to break the news of his intended mar- 
riage to his uncle, in person, and consult with 
him about it, that old gentleman being inclined 
to be rather testy if kept in the dark too long 
about important matters. The Arnolds had 


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decided to go to England in June to look over 
Millicent’s future home, and their coming must 
be prepared for. 

Amalie Feldman, unlike most young girls, 
gave little thought to the preparation of her 
trousseau. She was filled with the ambition to 
fit herself more fully for the position of a 
clergyman’s wife. In consequence, Mrs. Feld- 
man had the task of choosing her daughter’s 
gowns and lingerie herself, a task she took 
great delight and comfort in. Frequently she 
was accompanied by Eleanor Tyrrell, who 
took all a woman’s delight in the fripperies and 
furbelows of woman’s attire. More fre- 
quently, though, Eleanor accompanied Amalie 
in her visits to the district poor, a list having 
been given her by the clergyman of ‘^All 
Angels.” Amalie fdt it useless to connect 
herself by membership in any of the church 
guilds or societies, as she was so soon to leave 
the parish, and her object was simply to fa- 
miliarize herself with that kind of work. 

Gerald Ponsonby, on hearing of Amalie's 
zeal in charitable work, asked her if she knew 
anything concerning the work of the Salvation 
Army, adding that he had become interested 
in the work in England, and that since he had 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 113 

been in New York he had attended several 
meetings, and otherwise been in touch with the 
work. 

At his suggestion one evening, Amalie, 
Eleanor, Belmont Broncker and himself 
formed a party to go to an evening meeting 
at one of the Salvation Army posts. When 
Mrs. Feldman heard of this arrangement she 
said she had no objection to such an excursion 
'‘into the wilds’’ if there was a chaperon pro- 
vided for the girls ; but as for herself, she had 
no desire to explore such doubtful places, and 
run the risk of infection from disease. If they 
could prevail upon Mrs. Arnold or her niece to 
go along as chaperon she would have nothing 
further to say against the plan. Madame 
Ortega was pleased to undertake the rdle of 
chaperon, although only the senior by two 
years of the girls she took in charge. 

When they left the house, crowded into Mrs. 
Arnold’s depot carriage, — the one stipulation of 
their going, upon that lady’s part, — she shook 
her head over what she termed the foolishness 
resulting from "old heads on young shoulders.” 

Yet had she seen the youthful spirits and 
merry bantering they indulged in away from 
her awe-inspiring presence, she would not have 


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felt quite so much concern. Indeed, in spite 
of Amalie’s and Eleanor’s rather serious ideas 
of life, they were perfectly normal, healthy 
young girls, and looked upon the present ex- 
cursion as a novel outing. 

They were interested, from, the outset, in 
the curious group of people in whose midst 
they found themselves in the hall, and they 
were soon wholly absorbed in the talks and 
tales of experience of those who took part in 
the exercises. 

Before the exercises were concluded for the 
evening, a young girl stepped to the front of 
the platform and began to sing the ever-beau- 
tiful ‘7^sus, Lover of my Soul.” Suddenly 
there was a cry from one in the audience that 
thrilled every one, ‘‘Angela, Angela !” 

The little party who earlier in the evening 
had joyously set forth to these “realms un- 
known” were thoroughly frightened at the 
outcome of the trip, for it was one of their 
number, Madame Ortega, who had cried 
aloud on seeing the young singer of the hymn, 
and, immediately following her outburst, she 
had fallen into a fainting fit which promised to 
be unusually long and severe, and which ended 
the religious exercises summarily and effect- 
ively for that evening. 


CHAPTER XX 


Colton Inglesby and Cutliffe Peron, upon 
their arrival in England, found many things 
had developed in connection with their inter- 
ests, and that their immediate attention would 
be required to arrange them all satisfactorily. 
Hence, for some weeks after their return, their 
friends in America had little else than short and 
unsatisfactory letters from them. 

Peron roused a storm in his irascible old 
relative when he told him he was going to 
marry an American girl. He raged around, 
demanding to know why an English or Irish 
lass was not good enough for his nephew? 
And that rascal Gerald — he supposed he had 
accomplished some equally foolish thing ? 
When informed that Gerald was ^'heart-whole 
and fancy free,’’ he calmed down, and in a 
week’s time had become almost as much inter- 
ested in the prospective marriage as the prin- 
cipals themselves. 

Inglesby found his uncle’s rather precarious 
health had been very much shaken by the con- 
duct of his actress-wife, who, at the death of 


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the sickly little son and heir, tiring of the quiet 
country life, had returned to the stage. That 
this was a bitter blow to the still infatuated 
man, Inglesby divined without being told. 
The medical man in attendance upon his uncle 
told Inglesby he had suggested a change of 
scene for the patient, and was contemplating a 
trip to the south of France with him. As he 
wished some one related to Sir Selby to ac- 
company them, to share the responsibility, he 
had taken the liberty, after consulting his 
patient, of cabling to him to come home, and 
he now desired him go with them. There was 
nothing left for Inglesby to do after that but 
arrange for a further leave of absence from his 
parish in Ireland. After a few hasty prepara- 
tions he was ready to accompany his uncle 
and Mr. Manderson. 

Colton soon found the latter person had a 
wholesome fear of the reappearance of Lady 
Maitland. He frankly confessed that he 
dreaded being alone with Sir Selby when her 
funds ran low ; in such event, he said, he felt 
that the weak and foolishly doting husband 
would give way to her stronger personality, 
and he did not feel like facing the situation 
alone. Thus it came about that the young 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 117 

clergyman found himself, much against his in- 
clination or desire, taking a trip upon the Con- 
tinent shortly after his arrival in Europe. 

The climate of the south of France did not 
have the effect expected, that of building up 
the shattered vital forces of Sir Selby. He 
seemed to become enervated instead of built up. 
The next step, Mr. Manderson concluded, was 
to try the mountain air in Switzerland, which 
he hoped would have the effect of buoying up 
Sir Selby. They reached Lucerne on their 
way to Grindelwald, and concluded to remain 
there a few days, to rest from the journey and 
enjoy the beautiful scenery of lake and moun- 
tain before going on to Interlaken, where they 
expected to take the train with its strangely 
built engine — ^built for mountain climbing — 
going thence to Grindelwald. 

Before dinner, the first evening in Lucerne, 
Inglesby left the invalid comfortably installed 
in his rooms at the “Schweitzerhof,"’ in the 
care of Mr. Manderson, and strolled out to see 
the Lion of Lucerne, that masterful carving of 
Thorwaldsen’s, in the living rock. After 
viewing this work of the great Danish sculp- 
tor and walking a few paces from it to catch 
a glimpse of the ‘^Gletscher-Garten,’’ the work 


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of the greatest artist of all, Nature, Inglesby, 
consulting his watch, found it time to retrace 
his footsteps to the hotel, where he found Mr. 
Manderson awaiting him in the greatest state 
of excitement. Drawing him aside, out of Sir 
Selby’s hearing, he said, 

‘‘It is just as I feared. That woman has 
followed us here. About ten minutes ago a 
servant, whom fortunately I intercepted, 
brought a card bearing the name of ‘Madame 
Clarisse’ for Sir Selby Maitland. I hurried to 
the salon where she was waiting and told her 
Sir Selby was too ill for excitement of any 
kind.” 

“Has she gone?” 

“No, she insisted upon her arrival being an- 
nounced to Sir Selby, which I promised to do, 
if he were strong enough upon waking. Do 
go see her. I will not answer for the con- 
sequences, if she gets restless and forces her 
way into his presence.” 

Shrugging his square shoulders, as if to 
throw off the unwelcome load that had been 
placed there, Colton Inglesby left the room 
with the hope that he might overcome his dis- 
like of this woman sufficiently to banish this 
unwelcome visitor to a distance for the present. 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 119 

When Inglesby appeared instead of her hus- 
band, as she expected, Madame Clarisse, as she 
called herself on the stage, was exceedingly 
angry, and remained so until the young clergy- 
man promised her that just as soon as his uncle 
was strong enough to bear the excitement of 
a talk, she would be allowed to see him. Mol- 
lified for the time, she left the hotel. 

After reaching the altitude of the Grindel- 
wald. Sir Selby actually seemed to improve. 
His appetite increased, his eyes brightened, he 
took an interest in his surroundings, and in a 
short time he was able to take a short walk 
every day. 

Much encouraged, Inglesby wrote these glad 
tidings home and to his fiancee, Amalie, who 
was now in Ireland with the Tyrrells. 

The next few days were passed comfortably 
by the invalid, and great hope was expressed 
by Mr. Manderson that a month or six weeks 
more of this tonic air would set up Sir Selby 
Maitland thoroughly, if he followed this 
course of treatment by a winter in a milder 
climate than that of England. With these 
comfortable conclusions on the doctor's part, 
and a feeling of relief on the part of Colton 
Inglesby, the latter was enjoying an hour's rest 


120 Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 

in the reading-room of the hotel, preparatory to 
taking a walk up the low glacier, which he 
thought he could accomplish in one afternoon. 
While lazily enjoying his pipe and book, Mr. 
Manderson, who had accompanied his uncle 
for a walk, hastily entered the reading-room, 
asking him to come immediately to his uncle, 
whom he had just left a short distance from 
the hotel. 

Without stopping to question, catching up 
his cap, and fearing the worst, as Manderson 
did not stop to explain, he hurried out of the 
hotel. Half way down the village street he 
saw his uncle talking, or rather being talked to 
by a woman. On approaching closer he saw 
it was Madame Clarisse, gesticulating and ex- 
plaining something in her voluble, excitable 
way. To his relief, when he joined them, 
Inglesby found his uncle trying to get away. 
Quietly taking his arm, he said, 

^T was alarmed about you when Mr. Man- 
derson came to the hotel without you. You 
must not forget you are here under the doc- 
tor’s care. No excitement, absolute rest and 
freedom from worry, if you are to get strong 
and well. Come, it is time for your nap. I 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 12 1 

know Madame will excuse you until some time 
in the future, when you are stronger.” 

With this he kept drawing the old gentleman 
away, step by step, to the apparent relief of 
his uncle, and the very evident chagrin of 
Madame Clarisse, the latter giving the Rev. 
Colton Inglesby a look that expressed any- 
thing but good-will to him, but to which that 
gentleman paid not the slightest attention. 

Naturally that ended the mountain trip for 
that day, as the poor old man’s nerves were so 
shaken by this encounter that he refused to al- 
low his nephew out of his sight. 

Several days after, Colton was waylaid on 
the street by a remarkably pretty g*irl, who re- 
vealed herself as an emissary of Madame 
Clarisse. She told him Madame had left the 
stage and was anxious to be reconciled to her 
husband, finding that she could not live apart 
from him. Which affecting bit of fiction en- 
tirely failed to impress the listener. She also 
stated that Madame had little or no income 
since leaving the stage, and as her funds were 
low, added to a natural desire to be with her 
husband again, she was anxious to be rein- 
stated as soon as possible as Sir Selby’s wife. 


122 Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 

Assuring the girl that as soon as his uncle’s 
health permitted, and he was able to bear the 
strain of a conversation, he would effect a 
meeting between them, he was about to pass 
on, when the girl again stopped him. What 
she said this time was so low as to be almost 
unheard, but it had the effect of causing 
Inglesby to promise that funds would be forth- 
coming for Madame’s expenses if she would 
go away until his uncle’s health had become 
re-established. Having exacted a promise to 
this effect from her, he hurried back to the 
hotel, fearing some act of duplicity on the part 
of Madame Clarisse, whom he thought safely 
out of Switzerland the week previous to this. 

A few weeks passed, free of any further 
annoyance, and Sir Selby, to the gratification 
of his nephew and the doctor, continued to im- 
prove. So marked was the improvement and 
so strong the patient’s desire to get back to 
England, that, contrary to the judgment of Mr. 
Manderson, they left Grindelwald the end of 
that week. 

They reached Berne without anything un- 
toward happening, the patient evidently in ex- 
cellent condition for the homeward trip. They 
concluded to stop off a day and night at Basle 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 123 

before undertaking the day's journey to Paris. 
As they entered the Hotel Victoria, at Basle, 
a woman darted toward them, and before any- 
thing could be done to prevent her, she began 
an appeal to Sir Selby Maitland. Before she 
had finished speaking he was seen to reel 
slightly, place his hand over his heart, and, 
without cry or warning of any kind, fall 
heavily to the floor. 


CHAPTER XXI 


Sir Selby Maitland lingered a few days in a 
comatose state, then died. Colton Inglesby 
was a busy man just at this time. Besides the 
necessary arrangements such an occasion 
called for, there was the woman Madame 
Clarisse to see and dispose of. This woman, 
who had brought so* much misery into the 
life of his uncle, insisted upon seeing her late 
husband’s nephew. Thinking that sooner or 
later she would bring this about, also that it 
would be much better to let her understand her 
position from the first, Colton made arrange- 
ments to meet her in the presence of his lawyer, 
who had come to Basle on hearing of the death 
of his client and old friend. Sir Selby Mait- 
land. 

It was not an easy task to make the excit- 
able, hysterical woman understand that there 
was nothing coming to her unlesis it came 
through Sir Colton Inglesby, as he would here- 
after be known. Madame Clarisse clung to 
the idea that although she had fled with 
another man, she could still claim her dead 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 125 

husband's property. When Mr. Grimsby 
finally convinced her that at Sir Selby's death 
without an heir, his nephew, Colton Inglesby, 
came in for his title and estates, there was a 
lively scene for the space of a few moments. 
Finally, seeing there was no other way out of 
it, she accepted the ofifer made her of a small 
annuity, which was to be given her if she left 
the stage and lived in retirement; and it was 
to cease if she did not live up to her agreement. 

On returning to England, Colton was too 
busy the first week to marvel at no word from 
Amalie. The first thing he did, however, as 
soon as he could get away, was to journey to 
his old parish in Ireland, then to hasten to 
Cromlech Park, to learn what caused Amalie's 
silence. 

He received the congratulations of Sir 
Michael and Lady Kitty Tyrrell on his newly 
acquired title and possessions, and he could 
scarcely Avait for them to finish before inquir- 
ing for the young ladies. 

‘‘Eleanor has just gone for a walk," said 
Lady Kitty, “and Amalie left with her mother 
for the Continent yesterday." 

Scarcely knowing how he managed to make 
his adieus, Colton found himself in a few min- 


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utes out of doors, where he met Eleanor on 
her way home. She met him as her parents 
had done, with condolences at the death of his 
uncle, and felicitations upon his improved 
prospects. There was, however, a hauteur in 
her manner that was inexplicable to Colton 
Inglesby. 

^'Dear Miss Eleanor, pardon me, but why 
this manner to an old friend, and what has 
caused Amalie’s leaving just as I get home?” 

^'Sir Colton, you surely must be aware of 
the reason of her wishing to avoid you !” 

^‘Avoid me! Avoid me!” Taking his hat 
off, he ran his fingers through his hair, a habit 
he had when he was very much perplexed. 

‘‘Certainly. She could scarcely remain here 
to meet you after the reports that came here 
from Switzerland about you,” replied Eleanor. 

Suddenly drawing his tall figure to its full- 
est height, Colton Inglesby said : 

“I can not imagine what ill report came to 
you of me; and, if Amalie can believe other 
than what she has known to be true of me, it 
is well I have learned it in time.” 


CHAPTER XXII 


The Arnolds, who expected to accompany 
the Feldmans abroad, were detained at home 
through the serious illness of Mrs. Arnold's 
niece, Inez Ortega. Indeed, for a few days it 
was a question whether she would survive, and 
Mrs. Arnold felt all the more distressed be- 
cause she was so far from her husband and 
children, although she kept Sehor Ortega in- 
formed daily of his wife’s condition. Finally, 
unable to stand the strain of being away from 
his wife in such a crisis, he came East, reaching 
there when she was out of danger. 

From the night they brought Inez back from 
the exercises at the Salvation Army rooms she 
had been desperately ill. Her faithful attend- 
ant throughout the illness had been Angela 
Latham. No one could soothe Inez as well 
as Angela, although Inez was delirious the 
whole time she was with her. All Mrs. Arn- 
old’s efiforts to get the young girl to rest or to 
have another assist her were in vain. 

To the relief of all, the invalid in the past 
few days showed unmistakable signs of im- 


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provement. As soon as Angela, or “Ensign 
Latham,” as she was known at the Arnolds, 
noticed this change for the better, and felt that 
Madame Ortega was out of danger, she told 
Mrs. Arnold to get a nurse to take her place 
through Madame Ortega’s convalescence, as 
she felt she could no longer neglect her work 
in the^ Salvation Army. 

“But, my dear girl, why not continue here 
with my niece ? I am sure it is as much charity 
to do this as nobly and unselfishly as you have 
done as to sing and pray for the Salvation 
Army.” 

“Your niece no longer requires my care, Mrs. 
Arnold,” replied Angela. “While I thank you 
for your kind appreciation, I have pledged my- 
self to the other work and feel that I must re- 
turn to it.” 

Reluctantly Mrs. Arnold allowed her to go, 
but not without the promise of her return later 
on, as she had grown very much attached to 
this lovely girl. 

As soon as Angela had put herself in line 
with her accustomed work, she sought the 
rooms of the old cobbler, Frederick Pearson. 
She was received there with joy by the old 
man, as well as by the other members of what 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 129 

he called his ‘'family/’ Carmelita, Pietro, and 
little Felicitas. 

“My dear child, how we have missed you! 
But how is the poor lady?” 

“She is doing well, or I should not have left 
her.” 

“It was good of you to leave your mother 
work and go to her. We all thought she saw 
a fancied resemblance in you to a friend, for 
she fainted away at seeing you,” said Pearson. 

“Ah, well, she is now on a fair way to re- 
covery. How is Pietro coming on?” Thus 
did Angela skilfully evade the subject. 

“Finely; so well that I am afraid he will 
take my trade away.” At this the young ap- 
prentice hung his head abashed, while Carmeli- 
ta’s sad face brightened. 

“The young Englishman, Mr. Ponsonby, 
came here several times while you were with 
Mrs. Arnold’s niece, and told us how she was 
improving under your good care, and that the 
family felt under obligations to you. I like 
that young man; he should have been an 
American and poor, for he would have made 
his way in life.” 


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At this allusion to the Englishman, Angela's 
face was suffused with color. Turning sud- 
denly, she said, 

'T must not remain longer. I am on my 
way to see Jan Melzok's wife, who is again ill, 
and her husband out of work, I hear. I am 
glad to find you all well and so contented 
together.” 

"T ask nothing more, dear young lady, than 
to be able to earn enough for myself and these 
helpless ones, who are as dear to me as if my 
own. I have always been content, but I am 
happier nowi than ever since they are with me.” 


CHAPTER XXIII 


On her return from America, Eleanor Tyr- 
rell had found her lively, pretty mother low- 
spirited and unlike herself. Sir Michael in- 
formed his daughter, when alone with her, that 
Lady Kitty had quarreled with Henry the last 
time he was home, when he announced his in- 
tention of marrying their neighbor, Arraghna 
Murray. He cautioned her not to mention the 
Murrays in talking with her mother, nor to go 
to see them for the present. He had a plan in 
view, he said, by which he thought he could 
smooth the pathway of the young lovers, but 
for the present nothing could be done but let 
the affair stand as it was. 

Then came a diversion for Lady Kitty, in the 
announcement of Eleanor’s engagement to Bel- 
mont Broncker. He followed the Feldmans 
and Eleanor a month after they left New York, 
going immediately to Sir Michael, and asking 
his daughter’s hand in marriage. At first Lady 
Kitty was inclined to oppose the marriage, but 
when she was promised that Eleanor could 


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spend the summers with her in her old home in 
Ireland, she became reconciled. 

Colton Inglesby left Ireland with mingled 
feelings of regret, distrust and uneasiness. At 
first, in his bewilderment at the reception he 
met with from the Tyrrells and the disappear- 
ance of Amalie, whom he had expected to find 
at Cromlech Park, he could in no way explain 
their strange conduct. He was completely 
mystified, but determined to follow up the Feld- 
mans and clear the mystery that enshrouded 
their actions at present. That Amalie could be 
a party to the unaccountable affront offered to 
him he would not believe until confirmed by her 
own lips. 

He went from London to Paris when he 
found the Feldmans had left the former place. 
There, also, his search was fruitless. One day, 
in walking along the rue de Rivoli, he met 
Madame Clarisse, and was going to pass along, 
hoping she had not seen him, when she ad- 
dressed him, and asked in such hypocritical 
manner about his approaching marriage with 
Miss Feldman, that he felt intuitively that he 
was in some way the victim of this woman’s 
enmity. 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 133 

saw Miss Feldman a few days back, at 
the Hotel D’lena, and she was as uncommuni- 
cative as yourself.’’ 

Thus do the sly and tricky so often overreach 
themselves! Not for worlds would Madame 
Clarisse have given this information to the man 
she hated and was jealous of, but she did so 
without knowing it was the very clue he was 
looking for. 

As soon as she was out of sight, Inglesby 
went to the hotel she had named, and learned 
the address of the Feldmans at Dresden, 
whither he learned they had gone. On reach- 
ing that city and calling at their hotel, Mrs. 
Feldman made her appearance, and asked that 
Amalie might be excused. 

Ignoring her cool manner, Colton Inglesby 
expressed himself as delighted to have at last 
found them, then continued, 

^‘Now, Mrs. Feldman, I am totally at a loss 
to understand the treatment I am receiving at 
Amalie’s hands, and I have come to learn the 
meaning of it.” 

‘‘Really, Mr. — Sir Inglesby, as we have re- 
cently learned you are to be addressed, I do not 
think after your conduct in Switzerland you 
should ask such a question.” 


134 Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 

''Nevertheless, I dO', Madam. I do not un- 
derstand what 'conduct’ you allude to, and I 
ask as a particular favor that Amalie be re- 
quested to be present when this explanation, 
which I now demand, takes place,” said Colton. 

Mrs. Feldman hesitated a moment, then left 
the room. Presently she returned with Amalie. 
There could be no doubt from her manner that 
Amalie had been carefully coached for the in- 
terview. Her involuntary movement toward 
Inglesby on her entrance, and then instant sup- 
pression of all eagerness immediately follow- 
ing, was quietly noted by his quick eye. 

After condolences had been extended on his 
uncle’s death, there was silence for the space of 
a moment; when Inglesby, no longer able to 
bear the false position he occupied with these 
two people, broke the silence abruptly. 

"I hope you will pardon me, but I think you 
will conclude with me, that it is only fair and 
just to me to tell me the cause of this change 
in our relations. Be frank and tell me the 
whole story.” 

"Do you mean to say,” indignantly began 
Mrs, Feldman, "that you ignore or would deny 
that you paid serious attentions to a young 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 135 

woman, one Mademoiselle Bagot, while in 
Switzerland 

‘The question is too absurd to answer. But 
may I ask who your informant was?'’ 

“Your aunt, Sir Selby Maitland's wife, who 
had just come from Switzerland, and who rep- 
resented you desperately in love with her niece. 
Mademoiselle Bagot.” 

Inglesby smiled, and replied, 

“It is now clear to me. I tried to keep this 
woman, my uncle's wife, from annoying hi'm 
when he was ill and did not wish to see her. 
As you probably know, she deserted him for 
another man, and when in turn she was de- 
serted and in need, she tried to reinstate herself 
with my uncle. His health was too precarious 
to bear the excitement of an interview just 
then ; knowing this, and knowing, too, that he 
yet cared for this miserable woman, I prom- 
ised as soon as he was able she should have an 
interview with him. She was too impatient to 
await that time, and I suppose thought I inten- 
tionally kept her from meeting him, and sought 
vengeance by coming between Amalie and me. 
It now rests with Amalie. I fully intend to 
bring this woman to account for her action, but 
before doing so I want Amalie's opinion — from 


136 Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 

her own lips,” he added, as Mrs. Feldman was 
about to interpose. 

''1 did not believe the woman spoke the truth 
before,” Amalie said unfalteringly; ^‘and now 
I feel that you have been treated most unfairly, 
and I hope you will overlook my shortsighted- 
ness. Forgive me!” 

With a sigh of relief, the lovers saw Mrs. 
Feldman glide from the room, anxious to be 
alone in the mortification she now endured 
from being so easily deceived. 


CHAPTER XXIV 

Even Senor Ortega was induced by the 
others to think his wife was suflfering from a 
delusion, or that it was the incipient stage of 
her disease, when he was told that she cried 
out upon seeing a stranger at the Salvation 
Army meeting. As she grew stronger every- 
thing possible was done to cheer and bring her 
out of the melancholy, which it was feared 
would become chronic. 

Sitting one day in a large comfortable chair, 
listlessly turning the leaves of a new periodical 
which the nurse before leaving had placed con- 
veniently near, she turned with a start and 
wiped a tear away, just as Mrs. Arnold entered 
the rodm. This did not escape the quick eye of 
Mrs. Arnold, who, drawing near, placed her 
aitn affectionately around her niece’s shoulders. 

‘‘Dear Inez, won’t you let me take your 
mother’s — my dear sister’s — place with you, 
and tell me what troubles you ?” 

“Oh, I fear I am weak from my illness. Do 
look at this funny little poinsettia my husband 
sent me after he had gone out this morning. I 


138 Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 

suppose he thought it would remind me of Cal- 
ifornia — ^but you saw them there, growing 
nearly as high as the houses/’ 

Mrs. Arnold saw that Inez wanted to draw 
her attention away from her, but thinking it 
would do her good if she would confide to her 
the cause of her sadness, she said, 

‘^That is the best we can do here in growing 
poinsettias; we have not got the lovely Cali- 
fornia climate, where girls such as yourself ex- 
pand into loveliness as well as the flowers.” 

‘^Oh, dear aunt, if you could only have 
known one dear girl — the most charming and 
lovable I ever knew — who was raised there !” 

Noticing her increasing excitement, Mrs. 
Arnold, fearing a return of the fever, said, 

think you had better rest now till nurse 
comes. Your husband will never forgive me if 
he comes in and finds you worse.” 

''But I must tell you something, now that I 
have begun — something of vital interest to us 
both.” 

"Yes, yes, dear, when you are stronger,” 
said Mrs. Arnold. 

"No, I must talk of it now, or become ill 
again keeping it locked in my own bosom.” 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 139 

Thinking that her mental worry and illness 
had caused her to exaggerate the situation, and 
that it would be a relief for her to talk to some 
one of it, Mrs. Arnold encouraged her to go on. 

'The night I was taken ill I saw my only sis- 
ter, for whom I have been searching four 
years. Oh, please believe me, aunt!’’ seeing 
the incredulous look on Mrs. Arnold’s face. 

"But my dear Inez, you did not speak of 
having a sister when I was at your home in 
California.” 

"It is true, but I had reasons for not speak- 
ing of it then, to any one. My husband and one 
other, alone, know the sad story. Now, I feel 
that I must tell it to you, and that you will use 
every endeavor to find Angela.” 

"But, my dear, stop and think. How could 
your sister and my niece be among those peo- 
ple? It seems most improbable — and you say 
her name is Angela ! It is a pretty name, and 
we have had some one of that name in the 
house the last three weeks, who proved a verit- 
able angel, since she nursed you throughout 
your illness, only leaving you when you were 
pronounced out of danger and on a fair way to 
recovery.” 


140 Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 

'‘Where is she?’’ cried the sick woman. "I 
feel it could be no one but my much-loved sister 
Angela!” 

"Do not excite yourself, my dear child. 
This young woman is a worker in the ranks of 
the organization known as the Salvation Army, 
where I am told she has accomplished much 
good. But what caused your Angela to leave 
home?” 

"You remember of my telling you our par- 
ents died when I was eighteen years of age? 
Angela, of whom I said nothing to you, was 
then sixteen. She had my mother’s delicate 
blonde beauty, but had inherited my father's 
quick, fiery teimperament. This w'as first shown 
as a child at her anger at a servant, whose 
cruelty to her pet dog caused the outburst. She 
was so severely reprimanded by our mother 
that we never saw trace of ill-temper after that 
until the wretched time of which I am about to 
speak. Manuelo Rodriguez, a distant relative 
of my father, had been a frequent visitor to our 
home during my parents’ lifetime, and had said 
jestingly, a number of times, he wished to 
marry Angela when she was grown.” 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 141 

Mrs. Arnold, at this juncture, proposed 
Inez waiting until another time to finish her 
story, but she insisted upon going on. 

‘^After our parents’ death,” she continued, 
‘‘Manuelo came more frequently than ever, 
since he was one of the executors of the estate. 
One unfortunate morning he found x\ngela 
alone, for I had gone to visit a sick woman. 
On my return I found the greatest confusion 
and excitement. Manuelo was being removed 
unconscious from the court, where they had 
been seated and where he had fallen. All that 
I could learn from Angela was that, upon an 
insulting remark and suggestion from Man- 
uelo, she had stabbed him — to death as we 
thought. That night she fled from home, and 
I tried in vain to trace her. A short time after, 
I was married to Jose Ortega, and our efforts 
to find her were redoubled. To our great re- 
lief, Manuelo recovered, and is now happily 
married. He has aided us in every way possi- 
ble to find Angela. Until the evening I was 
taken ill I had almost given up hope of seeing 
her alive.” 

‘Tf this young woman you saw at the Sal- 
vation Army rooms and your sister are one and 


142 Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 

the same, she is easily found, as I have her ad- 
dress,’’ said Mrs. Arnold. 

Leaving Inez reassured that she would do 
everything to bring about a meeting between 
the two young women, the invalid, exhausted 
with her long talk, sank into a peaceful slum- 
ber. 

Mrs. Arnold, more excited and more agitated 
over the interview than she had admitted to 
Inez, hurried from the room, and sent word to 
her husband at his office tO' come home at once ; 
and at the same time sent a messenger to his 
club for Gerald Ponsonby. 

Gerald, who had not concealed from Mrs. 
Arnold his interest in Angela, hastened to seek 
Angela, after hearing the story which Mrs. 
Arnold told her husband and himself. Mr. 
Arnold suggested that the story go no farther 
than themselves until it was actually proved 
that Inez had found her sister and Angela to 
be the same person. 

Gerald found Angela engaged in some of her 
numerous duties in connection with the Army 
work. He begged her to desist long enough 
to hear him, as he had come on an important 
errand. 


Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 143 

‘‘Yes, most important to all concerned,’’ he 
continued. “I have come to ask a question I 
have wanted to put to you for some time. I 
feel that you will think it presumptuous on my 
part, but I want you to give up this work and 
marry me. Will you?” 

“You do not know what you ask !” exclaimed 
the young girl, drawing away from him. 

“I knew that you would consider your pres- 
ent work of far greater importance than to 
marry an ordinary man, but I hope to persuade 
you differently, if you will give me a chance.” 

“It is not that which causes me to hesitate.” 

He did not wait for her tO' finish, but inter- 
rupted her with, 

“Then you do care for me?” 

Paying no attention to the words, she hid 
her face in her hands, saying, 

“Oh, Mr. Ponsonby, if you knew that you 
were asking a woman — who — had — taken — the 
— the — life — of — another — to be your wife — 
you would wish you had left unsaid what you 
had just uttered !” 

“No, I mean every word I have said. Noth- 
ing that you could do would change my feel- 
ings toward you, or convince me that you 


144 Angela: A Salvation Army Lassie 

would act in any way detrimental to your true 
womanhood/' 

At this the hands fell away from the face. 

“But I am serious. I took a man's life in a 
fit of anger at an implied insult, and — I have 
been in hiding — trying to do penance in doing 
good work, ever since." 

“I know all about that, dear Angela, from 
the lips of your sister, Inez, and I have also 
come to bring you the good tidings that Senor 
Rodriguez is alive and well, and is anxious that 
you may be found and restored to your rela- 
tives." 

“O God, I thank Thee!" cried the beautiful 
girl. “I thank Thee!" 

“I bear loving messages from your sister and 
aunt, who long to have you with them. And, 
Angela, have you no^ answer for mef 

“If," she said, after a pause, — “If you are 
willing to take a wife who will always, through 
life, have a keen interest in the lowly and down- 
trodden — I am willing to be your wife. Other- 
wise — " 

“Otherwise," — Gerald continued, sealing 
her lips with a kiss, — “otherwise, she will re- 
main, I presume, a ‘Salvation Army Lassie.' " 



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